Fiction
March Contributors
Traci Adams, Seriah Black, Camryn Brennan, Christie Chapman, Garima Chhikara, Blake Christian, JD Clapp, Cooper Clarence, Andrea Damic, Jonas David, Jessica Edmond, Miles Efron, Christina Ellison, Rahel Gamma, Mario Georgiou, Michael Hagen, Nevin Haque, Foxx Hart, Isabelle Hughes, Kathryn Kulpa, Oliver Land, Aster May, Helaina Pisar Mckibbin, Mitchell Miller, Pete Mitchell, Saee Motling, Kelly Murashige, Peter Naughton, Karl Nykwest, Michael E. O'Reilly, Alex Pugsley, Neil Randall, Michael Ranfone, Alexei Raymond, Frank Reardon, Frank Reardon, Sullivan Rex, AP Ritchey, Dane Rook, Adele Schultz, Peter Sipe, Kahlo Smith, Elizabeth Sundstrom, Elridge Thomas III, Brendan Todt, Tanuja Viswanath, McKenna Wilds, and Keiran Wyatt
March Highlights
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once i was medusa
Flash Fiction by Garima Chhikara
“They knew my name, but they chose Medusa, the goddess, the untouchable, the stone-eyed killer from their favorite game. I hought they meant it as mockery. But they shouted it in exaltation, like a banner lifted high.”
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the girl who ate her dreams
Flash Fiction by Michael Hagen
“Mother says: eat your dreams while they are fresh, or they’ll fester and rot. But he hasn’t. His skin, soft beneath my tongue. I have eaten all my dreams, a good girl—until him.”
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table for one
Fiction by JD Clapp
“I turned 55 today, double knuckles, racing headlong into they call the Golden Years. Shit, with the ways things are going, fool’s gold maybe. Happy fucking birthday to me.”
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dread of red
Fiction by Sullivan Rex
“I duck down to the floor and lift the tablecloth to see a huge pool of blood surrounding a severed arm. What the fuck is this?! I grab the fork and sit up straight. ‘Everything okay, honey?’ the woman asks. ‘Do you want some more casserole?’”
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a tribute to henry in apartment 8f
Micro-fiction by AP Ritchey
“The elevator took the long way down—it always did—and in that rattling, humming descent I caught myself thinking about Henry…”
woven
by Helaina Pisar Mckibbin
“A red strand of wool passed before my eyes: the rash on my temple. She was unraveling a few rows because she must have made several mistakes again. Then she reknitted the top of my head, and it felt like a migraine.”
the ballad of father christmas
by Peter Sipe
“There were a lot of jokes about Bill doing a disappearing act. I even chuckled, thinking of him flinging open the lid and shouting ‘Ta-da!’ But when the guys marched down the aisle with their horns, I got teary-eyed along with everyone else.”
like and subscribe
by Michael Ranfone
“The woman kneels beside the body. Her dress rides up, gravel biting at her knees. The mermaid’s hair fans into a slick crescent, tangling with a gray Walmart bag and a half-smoked cigarillo…One nipple is scabbed. The mouth slack and sweet, maybe holding the shape of a lie told too well.”
a visit like no other
by Elizabeth Sundstrom
“The family photos are gone from the walls. Sylvia’s noisy Yorkie is nowhere to be seen. Nor is the dog’s bed and vast array of squeaky toys normally scattered throughout the room.”
the shop
by Saee Motling
“I sold emotions. More precisely, I sold two emotions: Love and Happiness. There were other emotions too—Inspiration, Confidence, Hope, Peace—but I chose these two.”
death of legions
by Alexei Raymond
““He delivers death to legions—whence, he does not know, and why never crosses his mind.”
songlines
by Kathryn Kulpa
“‘You should have seen me on the dance floor in this,’ she said, showing me something glittery and poufed. ‘When I twirled everything sparkled.’ Like a human disco ball, I thought, but didn’t say. I liked to keep the peace.”
matches
by Alex Pugsley
“…he would certainly remember, when, in passing clumsiness, he set fire to the entire box and all the matches exploded in his hand, alarming him, harming him, but at last charming him…”
tirehead
by Karl Nykwest
“Everybody’s got to have a thing. At least, that’s what my buddy Cheddar Romero used to say. Mine’s wearing a tire.
nothing, or what i wrote on the last page of my notebook
by Jonas David
“i sat in the metal chair at the metal table outside the starbucks and i was contemplating the birdshit stain in the center of the table which had somehow splattered in the shape of a crescent moon.”
obadiah 1.1
by Cooper Clarence
“Behind me at a distance of thirty yards stood the man with the briefcase. I was used to seeing backpackers…but this man was no backpacker.”
death cares
by Foxx Hart
“Contrary to what most people believe, Death cares. It has to. If it didn’t care, it would just be…cruel.”
the 100-year toy
by Michael E. O’Reilly
“…he could run his other business out of the old grocer’s office inside. He needed a new security guard though. The first guy worked out great for a while, but he was too chatty. And way too nosey.”
three micros
by Brendan Todt
“Sarah still writes poems on the Sabbath, but she does not allow herself to write poems about snow, autumn, hair, poems, tulips, leaves, city pools, private pools, freshly dug graves, or giraffes (don’t ask).”
the dread of red
by Sullivan Rex
“I duck down to the floor and lift the tablecloth to see a huge pool of blood surrounding a severed arm. What the fuck is this?! I grab the fork and sit up straight. ‘Everything okay, honey?’ the woman asks. ‘Do you want some more casserole?’”
one sick joke
by Adele Schultz
“It had been around 4 days since the incident. Four days since I had found out my husband, the man I haven’t seen in years , had lost his memory.”
defenestration
by Kieran Wyatt
“Oscar lingered for a while near the clear water, then pressed his hand down into the soil, searching for a pulse.”
the day we did nothing
by Mitchell Miller
“The sky bleeds out and we decide to go home. We try turning on the TV, but it fizzles with static. So we let the silence engulf us. Is this how a rock feels?”
slipping
by Isabelle Hughes
“Empty trash bins knuckle the sidewalk. They still smell of last night’s trash like longing. When you have nothing, even your trash can accumulate a sort of sentimental value.”
voice over flours
by Kelly Murashige
“Sickly light spews out across the top of her jet-black hair. She stares at herself in the mirror, horrified by the mochiko coating her dry, cracked lips. Breaking News! her mental headline reads. Up-and-Coming K-Pop Star Caught in Cocaine Scandal!”