Fiction

Exhibit F

The following is an excerpt from the recently incarcerated Myrtle Marks' website: Family Matters    <Note from the prosecution: All links within t...

Pink Flamingos

It was my idea to crack open the last bottle of tequila, the one with no label on it, just the word tequila scrawled across it in red Sharpie. A survivor from s...

Runaway

An Excerpt from Ornery Cuss I. I left in the late morning, after my mom went to work. We'd had an argument before hand and she said things she could n...

Gravitron

“It can’t always be a full moon. It mostly ever isn’t a full moon,” I said to the sky as I looked out from the Ferris wheel into the smug face on the full moon ...

March Madness

Hank’s mood had little to do with the pain of recovering from his vasectomy. “I just didn’t like the joke,” he said. Evan was already laughing, having tho...

The Editors

“Fuck off,” Omar whispered, biting his cuticle until it bled.  He looked out the window from his fourteenth-floor Manhattan apartment. Fifth Avenue was swarm...

The Big Green Lie

It’s 9:02 pm. The stars are awake. My intestines are as if interstates and the Taglioni is swerving like a motherfucker. I’ve vomited on this rooftop bar, and m...

Your Ex-Girlfriend

You’re a writer, and you’re telling a friend of yours about this story you’re planning to write. Your friend’s also a writer, but that’s not really why you’re t...

Public Relations

The UH-60 Crash Hawks chopped out a sound so deafening it offended god. In our headsets our pilot switched on Dream Theater’s Pull Me Under to drone out the bla...