Fiction
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Disconnect
by Jeffrey-Michael Kane
“Today, the President announced a cure for autism…They said the cure made things easier. But they never said for everyone…or even who.”
Oran, City of Stone
by Peter Newall
“Oran, city of stone, stony-hearted city, we were born here, we made you what you are, but now you don’t want us any more. Which means you’re not Oran any more. Well, fuck it, as Luc would have said.”
Mrs. True Love
by Cam Mackie
“The man stared at Marcy Love. His name was Peter Lewis, not of Lewis & Clark & Builder & Miller & Sons fame (that was a coincidence), but a clerk from two floors up—and he was in love with her.”
Luna is a Good Girl
by Keith Kopp
“‘Luna has had multiple seizures this morning and though that in itself does not necessarily mean anything, she has also had a brain bleed.’
‘Shit,’ Kim whispers.”
Animus
by Anna Kornfeld
“The house was always haunted; it just took me a while to find all the ghosts.”
Cover Letters
by Daniele De Serto (translation by Wendell Ricketts)
“The fact is that I was once an exceptional writer. Back when I wasn’t writing, I mean. I had thousands of novels floating around in my head, and I meticulously refrained from writing a single one of them.”
Nasturtiums
by Susan Alpert
“At a local greeting card store, she found the stationery that she would use to write them. It was heavy card stock with botanical illustrations of red, orange, and yellow nasturtiums printed around the border.”
The Hot Rod Trio
by Glenn Lucas
“The boys were practiced arsonists whose victims included army men, Gumby, Batman, and the Joker action figures, as well as Wolfman and Frankenstein models. The difference was that they always worked in a controlled environment, placing bricks or cinder blocks around the victim. This fire was going to be out in the open.”
A Eulogy for Caramel Staxxx
by A.M. Castro
“He turned Mötley Crüe’s hedonistic headbanger and tweaked it into what it was, a dirge for decadence, a riff-driven catharsis about over-consumption, a retrospective reauthoring that looks at the world dead in the eye, looking for a Friday night fight.”