Center of Insurance Against Villains
speculative fiction by H.M. Wheat The neighborhood was built in the seventies and didn’t seem to have been upgraded at all since then. All the… Read More »Center of Insurance Against Villains
Sometimes We Choose What We Remember
Flash Fiction by Luke Allis The old cliché that time heals all wounds is simply complete bullshit. Time dulls the shock, but when you have… Read More »Sometimes We Choose What We Remember
Flamingo Pink
Memoir by Laryssa Wirstiuk The cruelest word was “orange,” which my best friend in Kindergarten had used to describe my hair. The time was story… Read More »Flamingo Pink
CSI SUV – by Gloria Frym
I was taking a bath when the idea first occurred to me—the phone call which deprived me, forever I believe, of the good opinion of… Read More »CSI SUV – by Gloria Frym
The Snorer – Flash Fiction by Sophie Nunberg
Flash Fiction by Sophie Nunberg He was insecure about the things he could not really control: his male pattern baldness, the red hair that grew… Read More »The Snorer – Flash Fiction by Sophie Nunberg
Recovery
A Memoir by Jason A. Ney This is a story of a VHS tape. It’s not a story—not primarily, at least—about how, because I attended… Read More »Recovery
The Paper City
Flash Fiction by Rebecca Harrison Our city was paper. It was warm. When the winds came, we heard the cathedrals tear. We saw the towers… Read More »The Paper City
Playing the Game
a short story by John Timm The actuarial office is exactly 6.1 miles from the house via the 405 Freeway. When the 405 is backed… Read More »Playing the Game
Whose Hand?
Flash Fiction by Preston Gralla He stood behind her, not daring to touch her shoulder. He took a breath. Reached out. Then stopped himself. “Can… Read More »Whose Hand?
Architecture of the Eye
Flash Fiction by Mitchell Grabois 1. I wrote about nature, about parents and children and the terrible things they do to each other, about unemployment,… Read More »Architecture of the Eye
A Clear Shot
Flash Fiction by Andrew O’Kelley Calvin felt an itch arise near his ankle and willed it away. Steady, purposeful movements, his father had insisted. That… Read More »A Clear Shot