Fiction
August Contributors
Aditya Bhatia,Cooper Clarence, and Kenton Sage Schmidt
gentle abattoire
by Katie Goto-Švić
“ …they thought you’d go far. They didn’t think it ever needed to be said. You’re gonna go far, kid.. But now…with gentle pity, they tell you how well you’ve done just getting out of bed this morning.”
blackhole
by Rachel Racette
“…she watches the swirling vortex of darkness and death. A massive blackhole that’s slowly sucking in the other darkened ships filled with soon-to-be-dead passengers…She still hears them --those agonized screams over the screeching sirens…”
jaguar
by Kyle Cox
“He had picked the Carnegie Museum of Natural History. He loved animals. She remembered him once, after, going on about jaguars and how strong their bite was.”
christmas on social media
by Swetha Amit
“I closed my eyes and found myself swaying to the music. My phone kept buzzing. The digital applause of likes and comments kept trickling in.”
the time i smoked my first cigarette
by Lindsey Maple
“…in 2014 everyone obsessed over the girls on Tumblr who smoked Marlboro Reds, and listened to Lana Del Rey…”
baby box turtles at the bottom of a vodka bottle
by Hank Kirton
“On July 4th she decided to clean her impossible apartment, despite her hangover. Bob's stupid drum set still sat splayed shamelessly in the comer like a homicide victim.”
for better or worse, the end
by Ryann Frye
“It hadn’t been some horrible zombie apocalypse that followed the bombs and fighting, just the regular kind of world-ending war.”
nevermore
by Megan Chunn
“I made the mistake of looking her up, I mean looking up at her. I saw her, some thoughts, and a glimpse of her life. I continuously hurt myself, which is my current insight.”
psycho mike
by Dee P. R. Kay
“He’d drink the bathwater Serena left, if he could, stubble and all, then scrub away her essence with Ajax. Boil notice or not.”
thorny triptych
by Andrew Rai Berzins
“Most of us do things of which we are not later proud. Ghosting a lame date. Prompting an avalanche. Sinking a continent. Or sitting back – beer in hand – dispassionately amused by the antics of idiots…”
uffington white horse personal ad
by Courtney Burton
“I was a tall buxom blonde with a Sagittarius tattoo on my hip and you were a lean, tan silver fox with a cigarette perched between your fingers.”
june gloom
by Richard Grayson
“Outside P.S. 15, half a dozen neighbors were gathering the way people do when there’s both danger and uncertainty – half hoping for news, half hoping there isn’t any.”
the sun moves
by K. Uwe Dunn
“He has a dream (pause.) his wife gives birth to a child whose bones show through its skin. (pause.) ..Soon he loses sight of the child through the chaos and comes to realize his wife has given it away. (pause.) He’s relieved.”
hopeful ash
by CR Widen
“There is a haze over our community- not just the smoke, mind you, but spiritual, a malaise, a sickness. We are missing something fundamental, or perhaps there is a wound we cannot see…”
incident on a windswept hill
by Joe Kilgore
“There are twelve rifles. Eleven contain a live round. A blank cartridge is in one. You have no way of knowing which resides in your weapon, initially or afterward.”
god’s watch
by Harry Del Monaco
“Legend has it, when the watch stops ticking, the world stops.”
come to daddy
by Dodge Zelko
“Not since Hellraiser had he seen so much flaying, whipping, and gouging, though to be perfectly honest, Hellraiser hadn’t made him half as queasy. Maybe it would’ve if he’d watched it with a twelve-year-old.”
dinner party
by Jacob Wrich
“Kong is, in fact, the Christ figure. We misunderstand his attempts to save Ann Darrow, the beautiful symbol of mankind’s lost innocence. And because we don’t understand him and his quest to save humanity, we must kill him.”
pestle and mortar
by James A. Knight
“Steven Porter was found dead in an alleyway, during the winter of 2012. He fell from a window of his fourth-floor town house in Kilburn. The fall shattered his skull, leaving a lake of blood. The red lake was covered in a light dusting of snow.”
general lew wallace confronts fake news, 1899
by Benjamin Goluboff and Mark Luebbers
“But on this overcast day in the last autumn of the century, among riots and the rumors of riots, the future of the Union lurked invisibly, a fish below the surface.”