Short Fiction
5 min
Paul waits for Blake Biegler in the dusty field behind the school. Biegler is ten minutes late. He pokes his fingers through the chainlink, staring beyond the suicide barriers toward Golden Lakes. The
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Short Fiction
4 min
Parker's Dam
"For even saintly folk will act like sinners / unless they have their customary dinners."
Bertolt Brecht, The Threepenny Opera
We decide to celebrate the Fourth of July at Parker's Dam. There's ... [+]
We decide to celebrate the Fourth of July at Parker's Dam. There's ... [+]
Short Fiction
5 min
A Beautiful Dream
The house was dark. The air was cool. The air conditioner hummed in a soft timbre. The only source of light was the blue moon, illuminating through the window and onto my face. I couldn't help but
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Short Fiction
Death of a Star
The last apparition of Halley's Comet was in 1986, approaching Earth as close as 0.4 astronomical units. Halley takes a long journey to visit us. The comet follows an elliptical orbit that reaches
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Short Fiction
Ghost Stories and Walls
Erin Beckett wasn't scared of most things. She loved roller coasters, and she was the designated bug killer at home—even with three older brothers. When the offense of the other team came speeding
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Short Fiction
Magical Realism
4 min
Whining and Dining: Wonder? Full!
Not long ago, I spent a week reviewing the city's finest steak-houses, one medium-rare, truffle-crusted-wagyu after another. The week before was seafood week. More lobster bibs, crustacean claws
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Short Fiction
5 min
Mature Audience
How to Break a Superhero's Spirit
Melanie waved at the reporter when he stepped into the coffee shop. Sipping her jasmine tea, she took in his lean frame. He looked so much younger, unmasked.
"Thank you again for speaking with ... [+]
"Thank you again for speaking with ... [+]
Short Fiction
3 min
Mature Audience
The Jobber
Chuck always ends up waxing poetic around his trainees.
About how professional wrestling is a dance—a violent choreography of chokeholds and suplexes, timed to the tune of their bookers' ... [+]
About how professional wrestling is a dance—a violent choreography of chokeholds and suplexes, timed to the tune of their bookers' ... [+]
Short Fiction
Magical Realism
3 min
Raindrops
A door slam later, Hannah stood in the rain, her back to Isabel's house.
The rain felt heavier than it was, large plump droplets bouncing off the ground. They cooled her hot cheeks and dappled he ... [+]
The rain felt heavier than it was, large plump droplets bouncing off the ground. They cooled her hot cheeks and dappled he ... [+]
Short Fiction
Slice of Life
4 min
Pinhole
Hattie didn't mind the children. They were about the only people on earth she didn't mind. She heard the parents telling them to leave her alone, but her seemingly bottomless tin of cookies, which
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Short Fiction
My Dead-End Job
My life changed the day Cleopatra corporealized in the outdoor food court during our lunch rush. Corporealized. Bet you're surprised I know such a big word, but I do love me a good ghost story. Love
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Short Fiction
The Cancelled Holiday and Other Secrets
Your baby is due in two weeks. Naturally, I'm over the moon about this, but I'm also feeling a bit sentimental . . . hence this letter.
So here I am at the kitchen table, thinking about you and ... [+]
So here I am at the kitchen table, thinking about you and ... [+]
Short Fiction
Sci-Fi & Fantasy
3 min
The Color Out of License
I placed the shiny red shape in the exact center of the table.
Martín looked at it dubiously. "That's the strangest cherry I've ever seen. Whoever made it needs to get their printer calibrated ... [+]
Martín looked at it dubiously. "That's the strangest cherry I've ever seen. Whoever made it needs to get their printer calibrated ... [+]
Short Fiction
Slice of Life
2 min
Stick Better
I watched as one wave of people flowed off the train and another wave flowed on—just like the waves at the beach pushing and pulling on my toes. I wagged my feet as I remembered the sensation. I
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Short Fiction
80-Year-Old Hero
It was a muggy morning at Cozy Cottage Nursing Home, and the arthritis was bothering me pretty bad. Hurt to move. Hurt to type. Still does, matter of fact. That's why, when they asked me for an
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Short Fiction
Last Breath
They always say the final sense to go is hearing, but touch lasts right 'til the end. Not over the whole body, though; I can't feel Dot's hand in mine, but this fucking diaper itches like blazes. I
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Short Fiction
Good Bones
The realtor moves from room to room in silence. Charlotte and I follow, anxiously awaiting his verdict.
Through the kitchen, the living room, the study. Upstairs, in and out of bedrooms. He ... [+]
Through the kitchen, the living room, the study. Upstairs, in and out of bedrooms. He ... [+]
Short Fiction
Humor
3 min
Uncle Fred Explains the Great Church Flood of '85
The way Little Miss Perfect tells it, you'd think I was head of a gang of street thugs when I was a kid. We weren't thugs, we were twelve. All we wanted was some prize money, or at least a bit of
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