Fiction

By Ellis Shuman “Tough crowd tonight.” “You can’t win them all,” Mac said, slumping into a chair at the side of the club. “Some of

By Emily Weedon, She lived in Laaksolahti and hated it. She hated the suburban, fussy strangled feel to the place. Dirt roads, for Crissakes, and

By Christopher Allen Nonna changed after her kitten was eaten. We all did, more or less. But the little fur ball was her greatest friend.

By Bethany Browning Mother died cracking her neck. Balled her fist, positioned it under her chin and pushed sharply to the left. The hyperextension snapped

By Michael Zamzow They say rock climbing is about facing death, but I’m not sure. Perhaps when I began, I would have made that claim

By James Cortese Childhood—here’s what I hated about it. I hated the way you had to be like everyone else. Hated the way you had

By Ivan Baidak I feel that otherness is inside us—in what we think about, in what we consider important, in how we treat people around

By Alex Dako, He checked his cellphone; he had two missed calls and a text message that read: “hey man… I need your muscles at

By Sarah Edmonds They are perfect. Just how he remembers them—better, even. Circular and golden, with purpled unbroken globes all over, each evenly spaced from