Fiction

Written By: N.Z. Thorne A palm slammed hard across a countertop. The sound of the impact pierced through the repetitive blare of store music and echoed through the desolate refrigerated aisles.

Written By: Anna Lewis | “Pleased,” From the mouth of a twenty-something with an ink stained cravat and a bandaged face, “To meet you.”

Written By: Harley Lethalm | On N-- Ave., the dust traced the spinal column of a sidestreet, which itself gave on to a leisurely thoroughfare lately dubbed "Joint Shiver Road" by the rather unpleasant folks...

Written By: Dan Dellechiaie | Last winter I lost everything. I was out while my life outside my skin was devoured. I was driving from think tank to think tank again, handing out my résumé again, trying to recoup the job I’d lost again. It was supposed to be just another terrible day.

Written By: Justin Nicholes “Relax.” Chuck spoke from outside the cabin, where red pines skied evergreen, mangy. He was affixing a tarp against Northwoods Wisconsin winter.

Written By: Olivia Madeline Abigail | The wall of eggs crested over her a like wave. Each carton brightly colored and emblazoned with ad copy. Some were free range, others cage free.