by Cristiano Cardone

“The phalluses wrapped around me, and I was dragged under the block, dissolving. In the end, I was a big hypocrite, trying to escape from what I was breathing and living.”

by Allister Nelson

“God comes hungry to your table. The crops have rotted. Tins of bean, ash in the cornbread. He asks you for food.”

by Neil Randall

“We have a 0.0% success rate at present, and of that we are immensely proud.”

by R.P. Singletary

“SLAPPED any hell or heaven, come piss and shit, life out of the man-boy whos-whispered-whose? Collapsed and somehow exploded (somehow??), his head hitting loud and fluids of every shade of b.i.o.l.o.g.i.c.a.l.s. across the shipyard-emptied stones.”

by Natalie Hammonds

“What was the point of her being able to go inside of her skin but not able to change anything?”

by Daniel Sheen

“It feels like the end of the world. But whisper-quiet. Less like catastrophic thunder and more like a slow unravelling, like an old sweater comin’ apart at the seams.”

by Basil Rosa

“He considers the Virgin Birth. Like many a Catholic, he was once so eager to believe.”

by Margaret Cahill

“Not everyone can paint,” he said, “but everyone has the potential to be a performance artist.”

by Cristiano Cardone

“I excused myself and headed to the van the studio had rented for me. Inside, I smashed the posca bottle against the bedside table—old blood, old life, old ways.”

by Shrutidhora P Mohor

“Before the end of the first year at our new home, I realized my wife has become a deer.”

by Paul Lewellan

“Hours later, the three women, unable to move from exhaustion–bathed in sweat, urine, wine, and bits of pastry shells–purred contentedly.”

by James Callan

“The drowning of one’s girlfriend is likely to sober-up the most inebriated of young men. Such was the case with Hunter, when his fear burned away his buzz like a lit match to an oil-soaked combustible mass…”

by Julie Iverson

“The big Golden Chair can fly, somewhat.”

by John Crawford

“I needed to go somewhere else. I did the only thing anyone can do when they’re in a condition like mine. I got my things together and kissed my auntie goodbye and left to join the foreign legion. How you say. Oui, c’est vrai.”

by Madison LaTurner

“If you could move into someone’s basement for a year and become a hermit, that’s what you would have done…Who needs to live out their dreams? Neil deGrasse Tyson is an asshole anyway.”

by Vivian Lawry

“As the spirits of the corpse flowers disappear there, only I weep.”

by Tiffany Jimenez

“I’d found a loophole. Sasha, who had been watching alongside the other doctors, watched my spirit become consumed in flames as I attempted to hold onto my husband’s soul.“

by Tony Cartlidge

“That git with the red pens and the dictionaries and the dandruff falling into his free-range salad? Who cares what he says?”

by DC Diamondopolous

“In the classified section of the Daily Breeze, Donna had recognized a coded message with a phone number and called.”

by Mike Itaya

“He whispered to me that he and Rhonda had tried to steal the can of Cajun Boiled Peanuts from Piggly Wiggly, but the can began to whisper things―deep, dark things…”