Encounter By Benjamin Kessler Turns out Studs Henry had been keeping exotic animals on eleven acres east of Red Butte. That’s pretty fucked, forcing zebras and meerkats to freeze through the high plains winters. Making things worse was the fact that, right before Studs ate his gun, he opened all…
Read MoreThe Sound of Silence By Amanda Hays Ray couldn’t decide which of the oozing, bleeding bags of meat would most please his brother. The overhead lights in the meat section of the Piggy Wiggly were dim, the air cool. After much deliberation, he tossed one of the packages into his…
Read MoreLeaving Leaf River by Hannah Kroonblawd The dining room’s hardwood floor was waxed so mirror-like that Rebekah could see her face reflected off it. Mom had never put down a rug, thinking it too expensive or too stuffy or too much like Jenna Fairchild’s dining room, all cut glass and…
Read MoreApple By Joey Poole My father wasn’t into Spock ears and toy phasers and such. He hated the term “Trekkie,” and he didn’t have a wall full of still-boxed action figures of Worf in all his different uniforms. We didn’t go to Star Trek conventions or stand in line for…
Read MoreAccident By Aharon Levy * For fifty-seven years the river had done what it was supposed to and nobody had given it a thought. But now its level was down to where it was all some people talked about, revealing the slimy stones and rusted shopping carts it had always…
Read MoreQueen for a Day by Emily Collins I find my mother in the garage curled like a cat on top of the washing machine—something she hasn’t done since I was small and hurting and drunk off her love. I stand beside the washing machine and shake Mother gently. Her shoulder…
Read MoreTwo Flash Stories by Laton Carter This Pleasing Sting Lady Mary Wroth was having a devil of a time with Auto-Correct. In this strang labourinth how shall I turne? she cried out. But her words were deleted and revised: In this strangled labor, without shallots I return. Shallots. Had…
Read MoreMake Up Forever by Anu Kandikuppa I haven’t broken completely with my sister, but we don’t get along well with each other. Actually we can barely speak one civil word to each other. She has a way of looking me up and down when we meet that makes me want…
Read MoreAcadia Forest By Keith Goldstein Han’s Solo by Mark Blickley I’ve had this recurring Bridge Dream for nearly fifteen years. It first appeared one night after being exhausted by cram studying for my Bar Mitzvah. In this initial fantasy I was a swaddled infant left on the very…
Read MoreFOMO By William Auten Today at ten in the morning, Mr. Snickerdoodle isn’t having much to do with the scenery and the commotion and the crew and the props passing back and forth in front of him so many times that neither his tawny eyes nor his tufted ears can…
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