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The Perfects
“We all die,” she said. “What’s worse, dying young, or living in a stew of beige? I’m tired of beige.”
Choosing Regret in the Season of Resolution
While many view this time of year as the season of resolve, I can’t help but see it as a time for regret. January means the end of holiday travel, ...
Scouring
Kath presses the on button. While the handset powers up she slides open the drawer, riffles through brown envelopes, closes it again intact. She feels nauseous. Her phone vibrates making ...
I Wanted to Catch a Whale
These memories keep me up at night, eat me up inside. The fireflies in my jar have flickered out the last of their light.
Squeak
I’m not sure if I had finally dozed off, or was still awake, when I first heard it. A distinct scratching at the door. It wants to come in…
Litro #157: Nightmares: Invisible Architecture
Dead dead was preferable to pretend living. The sun stumbled into her room, made blood of the walls and carpet. To forget the suburban ghost, needlemouse. If she’d had energy, ...
Essay: Death in the December Sunshine
A mother and her four-year-old son are found dead in their Tachikawa apartment.
Running with Dogs
I can take the bug bites, I can take anything but the return of the dog that ran away.
Chuck’s Couch
I brace my leg against the side of the couch and try to get a better angle. Chuck counts to three and I pull as hard as I can. I ...
True Love in Los Angeles
Nick and Ashley stood in the kitchen of their hacienda in Brentwood. Ashley leaned over and took off her shoes. Nick loosened his tie and looked down the front of ...
Future Fashions: Bone and Muscle Range
“Ed Gein, the Plainfield Ghoul: I find it unsettling the girl brought him up. He was the one who was there in my mind 20 years ago as I froze ...
The Anthropologist: The Ideal Home Show is Decorative and Depraved
The Anthropologist is a new column that takes an anthropological approach to the world around us. In the first edition, our columnist visits the liminal space that is the Ideal ...
Burning Mountain Temple
“The fifth or sixth time I sprawl in the dirt the panic alarms are flashing extra bright. When my stomach stops looking for something to throw up I can raise ...
2012 Shortlist: The Man Who Had Everything by Lin Wang
When he was a child, he wanted nothing.
He lived in Arzan, a village in the country of Kaseia. Before he was old enough to split wood, he walked to the ...
Janice Shapiro – Night and Day
Baxter is crying on the phone. He is a new client and very young, not yet twenty, so I am being patient. It is one in the morning and I ...
ON THE SUN WARPED HIGHWAY
Between the spare and barren peaks of the San Bernardino mountains, on a road where the desert towns of Coachella, Indio and Palm Springs flash by in a glare of ...
Skydive: Part Two
In the poignant conclusion to “Skydive,” navigate emotions, encounter a terminally ill man’s perspective, and grapple with death in a hospital’s unyielding corridors.
Unmade Beds
“A brief history of fucking: “”We found each other.. when teen angst had the urge to yank
innocence’s hair, talk dirty in its ear.”
#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Fiction
Junk Chamber
Mostly we take, but sometimes, Buckman, we have to give.
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Flash Friday
Living Sculptures
Our topiarist is known for collecting broken umbrellas. Her house is full of blank-paged books. Pruning shears. Frames without pictures. Every fork is bent & she likes it that way. ...