Category Archives: Fiction

Worlds Away

{Jul 13, 2020}

The rifle waited inside and for the first time indoors, I lifted it in my hands. That’s eight pounds of life and death, my father had told me in the woods. Aim careful. Shoot clean. I ran a thumb over the safety, and elected to keep it in place. I figured if the fat man came back, I could release it first. One last warning. … more

Packed White Spaces

Fiction by Christopher Gonzalez

{Jul 13, 2020}

More people gather around the Washer-Dryer. Allen is at the center of the group, holding up the white leather pants. See, he’s shouting, no damage. None! They’re as good as new, even better.… more

Merry Xmas, OK?

Fiction by Sheldon Birnie

{Jul 13, 2020}

This year Chappy resolved to show his daughter what Christmas was all about. They’d do it together, like a real goddamn family.… more

Good at Finding

Fiction by Sacha Bissonnette

{Jul 13, 2020}

I can still hear her sayin’, “Why you want to clean up after people’s dirty selves. Not too much pride in that.”… more

Doing Something is Better Than Doing Nothing

Fiction by Michelle Ross

{Jul 13, 2020}

…nobody else volunteered to be the first-aid instructor’s victim after that. But victims they became, nonetheless.… more

A Cure For Cancer

Fiction by Jon Cohen

{Jul 13, 2020}

A man loses his wife to cancer and must confront the emotions around his son.… more

This is All So Absurd

Fiction by Zak Salih

{Jul 13, 2020}

While Greg had no idea what he was, while he couldn’t conceive of the strange metamorphosis brought on by uneasy dreams, he knew he was warm. And if he was warm, he was alive.… more

Two Stories

Fiction by Christopher Lowe

{Jul 13, 2020}

Long ago, your father muttered a curse, telling you that you’re doomed to have a child as troubling as you were.… more

Heat

Fiction by Ron Riekki

{Jul 13, 2020}

When I got out of the Navy, I joined the Navy again. It wasn’t immediate. I waited three months, but I couldn’t get a job. People say I should have waited longer. … more

Father’s Day

Fiction by Christopher Linforth

{May 20, 2020}

The women had left us when the heatwave began. At dusk, they had buried their heartjars in the earth and walked away. A line of women, mothers and wives, drifted through the valley. … more

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