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
Exhibit A – a short story by Jennifer Marquardt
The Americans will beat him up later. Now the Swede is still a sloppy kind of charming. After a certain number of drinks, he usually… Read More »Exhibit A – a short story by Jennifer Marquardt
Indian Classroom
a short story by Darlene P. Campos I avoided going to Flandreau Indian Boarding School for a long time because I was great at faking… Read More »Indian Classroom
The Crush
flash fiction by A.W. Marshall “Feel it?” He had his fingers arranged in a circle, pressing against my chest like a little cage. “Not yet.”… Read More »The Crush
Commuter
by Edward Wells & Nicolas Diaz novella excerpt [1] Stuff you can do in the commuter bus: fall asleep in your seat; pretend to fall… Read More »Commuter
Chibas Speaks
by Steve Almond
August, 1951. In Havana, in a studio the width of his arms, Chibas speaks. His voice swells with heroism. Clustered around wooden radios the shape… Read More »Chibas Speaks
by Steve Almond
The Truth About Alaska
by Mickey Laurence Cohen The ice field trapped us. Floes as long and thick as churches crowded the boat, shrieking the paint from the… Read More »The Truth About Alaska
Little Big Death
a short story by Mark Pritchard When the doctors ask me what I remember, I close my eyes and repeat my story: Tired of life… Read More »Little Big Death
Telegraphing the Fox
flash fiction by Annie Dawid In his will, my 87-year-old lawyer father included the proviso that the definition of grandchildren who would benefit from his… Read More »Telegraphing the Fox
The Spoken World
memoir by Brett Garcia Rose
Here are the rules: You must begin every sentence or phrase with a vowel. Any word beginning with a consonant is considered high risk and… Read More »The Spoken World
memoir by Brett Garcia Rose
Telegraphing the Fox
In a drawerful of correspondence, I found a slew of cards addressed to my dour, sour father dated a few years previous, from one Gloria… Read More »Telegraphing the Fox