short story

The Singer

Oliver Land
The singer had a skinhead and wore all black. A faded plain t-shirt, Levi 501s, a leather belt, military boots, and leather gloves. His recently shaved head was...
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I Got Fired

J Fallon Daniels
Shitty Monday. It rained and I got stuck in traffic. Pulled into the car park. Took a second to breathe and force the smile on. Three months since Marina and I ...
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Amends

J.J. Poret
Macy’s arm was the first thing I ever stole. Before you get all weirded out, she had a prosthetic arm where the real one used to be. Some people said Macy was b...
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Night People

Jacob Aranyos
People sit silently, minding their own business. The whirl of the coffee grounds pierces the air. I sit in the red, rubber booth, near the window.    ...
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Two Scoops

Brian Rawlins
When the man ran into Applebee's yelling “Help me, help me,” no one got up to help him, and Norman Fletcher just shoveled another spoonful of mashed potatoes in...
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Dadcore

Francisco Manuel Uribe
Annika hasn’t been too happy with how I’ve been dressing lately. She thinks maybe my dad’s disappearance has messed with my sense of style. So early this mornin...
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Good Girl

Shannon Marquette
The internet has an almost tender way of returning things to you. The video surfaces every few months in some new corner of the internet, stripped of context an...
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Primal Beef

Thea Zimmer
May 1945:   “Jesus!” Chuck bellowed somewhere beyond the ladies’ room door. Moira opened the door a slit, reeling back, a hand over her gasp, trying ...
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That Time I Ate Seventeen Raspberry Orange Scones In a Single Sitting and Was Subsequently Transported to a World Where There Was an Active Three-Pronged War Between Armies of Sentient Baked Goods That Was Eerily Similar to Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Was Acknowledged As a Respected Warrior-Strategist for the Scone Kingdom

Travis Shosa
I was your run-of-the-mill, bog-standard British bloke. I was forty-seven, dropped out of Middlesex, laboured as a Tesco bagger, and lived out of my aunt and...
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Re: Moustache

John Gadd
RE: (no subject) To: amylouise@outlook.com From: johnnysundancekid@gmail.com Sent: 03:34am | 1 image attached    Look look look look — Amy. I wan...
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GIRL MODEL

S. H.
We decided to make a pit stop to do a little ketamine before calling the Uber to the club. “Every time you take K, a horse has to go through surgery awake,” ...
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The Hayeater

Brian Rawlins
I’m sitting in the Cadillac. The sun is rising over the motel, and just like he said, the steering wheel is ivory. I put his keys in the ignition, then stop to ...
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The Scratch

Joe Bohlinger
TO DO LIST Clean bathroom Vacuum  Pack  Dismantle bed frame  He stole his roommate’s tools. He had never owned any. He chose a hex key. Wrong s...
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Arrow Park

Stephano Pereira
I almost died because I was stupid. Maybe that’s what saved me. I didn’t even react in the right way. I just wanted to smoke. I had spent the morning taking ...
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Big Red

Mayra Kalaora
Maude is on the 10th floor of an Upper East Side building, and Dr. K. is about to fix her. To get here, she has taken the kind of elevator that doesn’t have but...
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