Fiction

Two Storeys

It sounds like a sack of concrete hitting the pavement. No life. So I get off the couch. Stand still for a moment. Listen to the curses being yelled down below....

Inside Recess

Eric had a retainer and glasses with the strap-thing that went around his neck so he couldn’t drop them, but he’d eat anything you told him to: crayons, pencils...

Swift

“Seriously? Watching the final episode of David the fucking Gnome, that dumb cartoon, was the most defining moment of your childhood?” “Hell yes,” Marc said,...

Running Wild

The boy was in the woods, he was lost, and he was questioning everything he had ever believed. He had been wandering the immense Oregonian forest for the better...

THE FLOOR IS LAVA

My sister wants to pick out a whole new kitchen. She wants a new fridge, new flooring--the whole nine yards. “I’m tired,” she says. “I’m tired of the shitty ...

McTier

-Iowa City 1995   Just hold it.   Pokerface . . .   Man, be cool! I think, and I don’t want to seem too thirsty. But still. Thr...

Game Over

Jack wakes up. He looks out the window of his DC apartment. Eastern Market. He’s got a decent job as a legislative aid for his congresswoman from his home distr...

Unfound

Aside from the man walking up and down the aisles and the woman behind the counter, the small store is empty. His boots knock slow and even on the floor, she is...

Cool, haha

The desert isn’t a very good friend. He isn’t a very good boyfriend, either. When I heard about you meeting up with the desert for a cocktail, I wanted to slap ...

Random Balloons

SOMEONE   WAS   JACKHAMMERING   OUTSIDE   THE   WINDOW.  I rolled over, separated the Venetian blinds, looked outside. A gray-haired woman in a high visibility ...

The House

Cara’s mother always makes Cara do things that should get her in trouble—spit off bridges, sneak into the Employees Only closet, feed old bread to animals at th...

The Rodin Syndrome

I only have an hour to tell you this story, maybe an hour and a half if we’re lucky. I apologize in advance for checking my phone so often. I’m waiting for a ve...

Mighty Max

Simon wakes up to Mom’s hand soft on his shoulder. She sits on the edge of his bed in her bathrobe, her red curls lit with morning sun. She smells like blue. ...