
Stories No. 95 – Pablo Castro
The gnat, almost imperceptibly quiet except for its occasional cry, is AWOL. The gnat, a pet-microscopic-dragon-friend, explored and flew around and suited the room. Continue reading Stories No. 95 – Pablo Castro
The gnat, almost imperceptibly quiet except for its occasional cry, is AWOL. The gnat, a pet-microscopic-dragon-friend, explored and flew around and suited the room. Continue reading Stories No. 95 – Pablo Castro
Santi put the phone back into its cradle. It was the agency calling about his placement. Let go, just like that. His two years at the law firm over. Continue reading Stories No. 94 – Gerard Cabrera
Ten minutes had passed since Otto’s ‘be right out’ text came in. The sun was getting low, and the last family had already scooped their children up to go eat dinner. Continue reading Stories No. 93 – Josh Dale
The baby, on entering the world, already trails her ghost. If it were visible to humans, the ghost would look like a dark puff of smoke leaking from the mother writhing on the bed. Continue reading Stories No. 92 – Heidi Kasa
Kim Farleigh has worked for NGO’s in Greece, Kosovo, Iraq, Palestine and Macedonia. He takes risks to get the experience necessary for writing. He also likes painting, art, bullfighting, photography and architecture, which might explain why this Australian lives in Madrid. Continue reading Stories No. 91 – Kim Farleigh
A stranger called and I picked up my phone.
“Hello, how are you doing today?” said the voice from the other end. The voice belonged to a woman, an older woman. It was deep and luxurious, a perfect balance of grace and authority. Just from that simple hello, I could hear the weight of experience, a lifetime of training in forming the perfect first impression.
Lena was raised on violin lessons and minimal parental supervision. Maestro Ludwig, her first violin teacher, was spiritually her only family. After early morning lessons, before she went off to school, they liked to relax together on the cool sheets of his unmade bed in his private studio in the Hyatt Regency, her violin lying between them. They smelled plumeria and coconut-scented sunscreen lotion from Kaanapali Beach through the one open window. Continue reading Stories No. 89 – Jeanne Althouse
They offered me a job at the clinic near my house, and I took It because I had to keep up with rent while mami visited home country to nurse her mama for three months. I did not mind that It was a graveyard shift since the place was just a few bus stops away. My task was to receive packages and log their arrival in a binder. The delivery men wore khaki overalls and never spoke. As of now, those are the facts I can recall. Continue reading Stories No. 88 – Elinol López
And then, slow as you like, Fernando reaches back and peels his cheeks apart. Staring over one shoulder, his lips wet from kissing, his hair still perfect despite all that rolling around.
#Erotica Continue reading Stories No. 87 – T. B. Grennan
“How many candles do you see? Mother? How many? Can you see how many? Sit up. It’s your daughter Eve. Count, Mother. There are 69.” Continue reading Stories No. 86 – John Francis Istel
“Monkeys, time to go!” Papi yells in his firm but gravelly voice. I lag behind at the end of the K-Mart checkout counter, eyeing the Mars candy bars. Aleta, my younger sister, kicks my heels. I trudge forward almost bumping into a white woman pushing a cart who suddenly stops after hearing Papi. Her lips stretch into a worldwide oval, ruby red lipstick smeared on her cigarette-stained teeth. Continue reading Stories No. 85 – Mario Duarte
Lorenzo Rivas stirred a seventh packet of sugar into his coffee. He wondered how much of his twelve-minute break he’d spent staring at the barista’s arm. Continue reading Stories No. 84 – C. Adán Cabrera
Xenophobia By Bobbi Steele I tried not to look at the mirror in front of me, but it was drawing me in. The tugging on my eyes pulled them further up from the sink, to the faucet and finally to the edge of the mirror. There were lint and dust covering the sink in the back, and I used my finger to slowly push it … Continue reading Stories No. 83 – Bobbi Steele
The Mattress By Amber Baird Samantha told him about the Russians. Her parents told her not to, of course, but she had to tell someone, and Charlie was her best friend. He sat beside her, under the tree in her backyard, and squinted at her through the sun filtering through the leaves. The remains from their picnic lunch were scattered around them — empty store-brand … Continue reading Stories No. 82 – Amber Baird
Voodoo By Gary Singh Slim occupies a vinyl bar stool, accompanied by a personalized chalice with hoppy German lager direct from the tanks downstairs. His name is carved onto the side of the mug. Camille’s alto voice, a younger, more dusty version of Edith Piaf, floats in like counterpoint to the chaos of sports on nine televisions. She emerges from the kitchen right when Slim … Continue reading Stories No. 81 – Gary Singh
Ghost Voice By Victoria Giang They called it the ghost voice because of the way it crackled and warbled into a piercingly high register. It was a voice to captivate and bind the listener. Ros had it. “Once I fed a flower only music,” she confessed to Eung, her manager, confidante, and lover. Likewise, he slaked her thirst with a stream of abuse so endless … Continue reading Stories No. 80 – Victoria Giang
Join Us By Lee Matthew Goldberg Rockabilly music about the Holy Ghost pumps through the windows of the Salvation Gateway Fellowship Church, a small, red shack with a giant neon cross on the roof, its buzzy light flickering in the dawn. Nestled between two deflated hills in the Missouri Ozarks, this wonky, stitched-together building is the only beacon for miles. The surrounding landscape provides enough … Continue reading Stories No. 79 – Lee Matthew Goldberg
Inconvenienced by Death By William Lemon The guests poured into the hotel pool dressed in robes, bathing suits underneath their fake, downy fur. The children did not bother with such pretense. They wore as little as possible, unafraid of cancer or the judging eyes of their peers. I joined the procession, tie still about my neck. Near the entrance to the pool, a cry from … Continue reading Stories No. 78 – William Lemon
Smell You Later By Paul Beckman The Sunday of my sixth birthday I was waiting on the stoop for my father to pick me up. Usually he’d take both my older brother and me together on his monthly pickups but not on birthday months. He wanted those to be special and memorable. That Sunday turned out to be memorable but not special. I sat on … Continue reading Stories No. 77 – Paul Beckman
Orion By Lucy Zhang The first room to the left on the second floor was my brother’s room. Four pieces of tape held a poster of NGC 2024, the star-forming region—ribbons of cloud and smoke, specks of light that penetrated greys and blacks which, instead of obscured, conjured an inexplicable hope to where stars glimmered, mysticism to where they did not. Constellation Orion hung on … Continue reading Stories No. 76 – Lucy Zhang
Saturday Siren By Kathryn Ordiway ‘I mean, the hotter the weather, the more people murder,’ your husband says as he wades waist-deep in the murky water. ‘Serial killers and Kansas, you know?’ You have only your feet in the lake, legs stretched long from your place on a blanket because the color—the twinges of red and brown and earthy green—disgusts and concerns you. This is … Continue reading Stories No. 75 – Kathryn Ordiway
Reeled In By M. Devoe Talley I saw you then in the summer from the promenade of that county fair as you lay on your back in the near grass and I wandered with girlfriends I barely knew. The late low sun dazzled your tangle of blond hair, and a mustache made you look older, closer to twenty-eight—which was good. Demigods of a lesser mythology, … Continue reading Stories No. 74 – M. DeVoe Talley
What Happens When the Ride Stops By Christina Rosso The wave curled, a claw digging into flesh. My tiny body thrashed in the ocean, the pressure of the wave on my neck and shoulders like a thousand bricks. Saltwater bled from my nose and throat. It was like being on the tilt-a-whirl at the Malvern Fair. I would ride it until I was hunched over, … Continue reading Stories No. 73 – Christina Rosso
Stories No. 72 – Desert Diner Robbery by John Murphy Continue reading Stories No. 72 – John Murphy
Stories No. 71 – Hermes by Demy Ren Continue reading Stories No. 71 – Demy Ren
Stories No. 70 – how we talk when we talk like ladies by Laura Winnick Continue reading Stories No. 70 – Laura Winnick
Stories No. 69 – Bocce and Apples Crates by Wm. Brett Hill Continue reading Stories No. 69 – Wm. Brett Hill
Stories No. 68 – The Awakening by Nancy Stohlman Continue reading Stories No. 68 – Nancy Stohlman
Stories No. 67 – The Hive by Will Clattenburg Continue reading Stories No. 67 – Will Clattenburg
Stories No. 66 – The Limbo Meet-up Group by Trista Hurley-Waxali Continue reading Stories No. 66 – Trista Hurley-Waxali
Stories No. 65 – A Nice Boy by Raffi Boyadjian Continue reading Stories No. 65 – Raffi Boyadjian
Stories No. 64 – Strangely Quiet by Kevin Richard White Continue reading Stories No. 64 – Kevin Richard White
THE ONGOING INQUIRY INTO ITEMS IN LOST AND FOUND by Robert Kaye Continue reading Stories No. 63 – Robert Kaye
HIGH SCHOOL by Taylor Wood Continue reading Stories No. 62 – Taylor Wood
Fuck by Ron Riekki Continue reading Stories No. 61 – Ron Riekki
How To Do Staring Contests With Strangers by Jonathan Cardew Continue reading Stories No. 60 – Jonathan Cardew
TALISMAN by Kris Faatz Continue reading Stories No. 59 – Kris Faatz
THE HOTLINE FOR LONELY MEN by Sean Pravica Continue reading Stories No. 58 – Sean Pravica
TRIO OF SOPHIES by Eileen Merriman
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BAUDELAIRE PLAYS LET’S MAKE A DEAL IN SAM’S COFFEE SHOP By Gary Singh
Continue reading Stories No. 56 – Gary Singh
The Fall by Morgan Downie Continue reading Stories No. 55 – Morgan Downie
100 Monkeys 100 Typewriters by Steve Vermillion Continue reading Stories No. 54 – Steve Vermillion
Ciruelero Summer by Jim Estrada Continue reading Stories No. 53 – Jim Estrada
Crows and Trains by Eileen Malone Continue reading Stories No. 52 – Eileen Malone
Field Lust by Kelly Coughlin
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Assignment with Faustus by Susan Tepper Continue reading Stories No. 50 – Susan Tepper
Playing Wilt Chamberlain by Frank Diamond Continue reading Stories No. 49 – Frank Diamond
Cause for Alliance by Michael Onofrey Continue reading Stories No. 48 – Michael Onofrey
The Echo of Exploding Bombs by Jeanne Althouse Continue reading Stories No. 47 – Jeanne Althouse
What a Girl Knows About Trees by Kathryn Kulpa Continue reading Stories No. 46 – Kathryn Kulpa
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