Short Story

Frankie Carter – Pushover

Pushover When Will’s mother died, it took them a month to find his father. Ty Stewart was a tall, broad-shouldered fellow with the same riotous coffee-colored curls as Will; he was in the wine business, he said, Married, but his wife lived in France. He looked at his son a bit warily, but he tried. […]

Vincent Chu – Rhubarb Pie

Rhubarb Pie The walls of his cubicle are particularly low. Ruben sits at his desk, his cornmeal oxford shirt crinkled and untucked at the hips, his white crew socks showing, his coiled black hair flattened on one side, glinting with the kind of rich, human shine you only get from not showering for three or […]

Austin Eichelberger – On Having Faith

On Having Faith Mid-afternoon sunlight filtered into the Hayfords’ living room, throwing long, thin shadows across the carpet and softly illuminating objects in the room: the bookshelf, creased spines of mysteries and romances lined up beside photo albums, auto repair manuals; the plaid couch, matching crocheted doilies on each arm; the wood laminate china cabinet, […]

M.E. McMullen – To Create Such a Thing

To Create Such a Thing To create such a thing requires a quality eluding precise definition. It requires the right combination, if you like, of insight and insanity. The silent rat-tat-tats of my neighbor’s creativity come to mind. I call them rat-tat-tats to allude to the soundless quality of the noise of creativity. Now, letters […]

M. E. McMullen – Dream Three

Dream Three They’re always throwing goodness at you, But with a little bit of luck, a man can duck. —Lerner and Lowe ‘If you’re six four and weigh two hundred eighty pounds, maybe you should give up your dream of becoming a jockey.’ Those are the immortal words of the mythic Prussian martial philosopher, Hans Aough, […]

C.J. Arellano – Eating Several of One Thing

Eating Several of One Thing Ever since I was a kid, my mother and I knew my dad was attracted to men. My mom would stumble upon matchbooks with strange handwriting, phone calls, and, toward the end of the marriage, text messages. Most were from men, some from women, some she knew, most she didn’t. […]

MaryAnne Kolton – The Well: A Trilogy

The Well: A Trilogy I A Different Kind Of Summer —–They were at the summerhouse on the lake. Every year her father explained to her about the old well. —–“You mustn’t climb up there or remove the cover. If you fall in, Sylvie, you can never, ever get out.” —–The rounded, grey stones were surrounded […]


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