short story

Pop-Up Girl

Phoebe Gibb
Girls had ruined her life; being one, and otherwise. That’s why men who committed acts of violence because they were rejected by women were, in her mind, the lo...
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Happy People

Sarah Walker
Strangers wouldn’t be able to tell Pam’s parents loved each other, but she knew they did. At night, she often lay in bed, unable to sleep due to their giggling ...
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Doppelgänger

A.A. Weiss
In a world of unlimited possibilities—intersecting timelines, echoes of actions reverberating forever—complimenting Janey’s Doc Martins was the only thing I cou...
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Fuck the TSA

Alex Rost
Once upon a time, mustard was considered a holy herb. Because the top of the plant, the part that shoots up? It’s shaped like a cross. There is a place in...
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Fortune Teller

Anthony Koranda
One evening, while I was leaving my mother’s apartment, an ambulance crashed into the oldest tree on the block. It was between late afternoon and evening, rush ...
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Intelligent Life

Craig Kurtz
Captain’s Log, Stardate 2376.8. When returning to the Enterprise from a routine time research mission on Earth, 1959, the landing party – Scotty, McCoy and myse...
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Greater Crimes

Ryan Schulte
  Things have come to that. –Baraka, “Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note”   I thought it would be different. When we go on vacations I tak...
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The Benitox

Z.H. Gill
The Benitox checked into the Check-In Center. Woman-app at the Welcome desk handed him (the Benitox) a cubic of lemonade. When you sipped it that lemonade the l...
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Exit

Allison Kelly
The woman who lived in apartment 985 had discovered a secret. She’d discovered the secret. Her name was Sunday, and she was a career woman who lived alone. She ...
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Phobiaphile

Jon Doughboy
My boyfriend gave me ablutophobia because one time after I’d just showered, shampooed, conditioned, scrubbed, pumiced, shaved, flossed, brushed, and moisturized...
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Ugly History

Claire Daylo
In my run-down Williamsburg studio, I keep artifacts to remember my ex-lovers by. Artifacts. I say it like they’re dead. The majority of these artifacts sit on ...
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I saw what I saw

Patrick Malka
It was Halloween 1999. I sat in the front seat of the Dodge Caravan, my dad in the middle of a championship rant about punctuality. I was late coming out of my ...
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Talking Head

Jan Stinchcomb
Holly doesn’t know these woods. She is a stranger to these trees, with their menacing branches, just as she is a stranger in the nearest town. She doesn’t know ...
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