Fiction

I feel like I fucked up, maybe. Like I shouldn’t have made such a big deal about my girlfriend cheating on me. Because I actually don’t care if my sexual partne...

You’re both young, and in love. You agree to move in together. All your belongings are jointly threaded by your souls, from the furniture sets in the living are...

If you’re reading this, it means you’ve managed to hack my Gmail and find my Google doc containing every Tinder bio I’ve ever had, arranged by date. This is the...

Huey Seymour stood in the two-foot deep hole in the back corner of the yard behind his family’s farmhouse, located in Central Kansas. His eyes dashed left and r...

  For thirty-one days you’ve been trapped inside this house, searching for an exit. There is a part of you that craves this idea of freedom more than an...

Tonight—like every Monday night—the residents of Lexington Home crowd the living room to watch the leotarded men of WWE wrestling trade body-slams and bark scho...

I've worked at the same restaurant for five years.   Not the worst job ever.   No no.   Not terrible.   Just, you kn...

After reading the card aloud, Marilyn’s mother carefully opened the gift she had finished wrapping moments before. Inside the box was an apron made of heavy red...

We put our wine glasses on cocktail tables and face the stage. I don’t think he should be drinking. A year ago I got a text message at 3am on a Tuesday. In a fe...

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....

“Vittujen kevät ja kyrpien takatalvi!” written in black marker on a ripped out piece of paper, and stuck to the kitchen wall using blue-tack. “Spring of cunts, ...

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...

The Brady Bunch remains the touchstone for all families thrown into a blender. You know how it goes— it’s the story of a Lovely Lady who was bringing up three v...

At the Dadaist Detective Agency the typewriter went unanswered and the calls went untyped. Communist Armstrong swiveled in his chair and threw his feet on the d...

Hello! My name is Robert Núñez, I am twenty-four years old, and I enjoy learning and synthesizing information. I am here to tell you a remarkable tale about my ...