In the fourth grade, boys in the town of Huntington Harbor started to notice which girls were getting tits and who looked like Farrah Fawcett. They divided the girls into ...
He’s got that new song by The Streets stuck in his head, the one with the music video filmed up the road in Chicken Village. Mike thrums his fingertips on ...
Shamu Cam came live from Shamu’s tank at Sea World, Orlando….
Her screams were top shelf. The kind of earsplitting, blood-curdling shrieks that cut to the marrow, leaving you dazed and numb.
I once lived in a three-bedroom unit in an elegant condominium with white paint in Simei, in Singapore.
He first disappears just before I am born. I have no memory of it, of course, but my mom still wears it years later like a lead vest, releasing a ...
Out on the front patio of the old coffee shop — they meet here every day, discussing their backs and their wives and the minutiae of their lives. One older ...
I drove a different way, the last time, taking a road that turned out not to be a road at all, wherein I mean it began as a road and ...
I would question the sanity of anyone who’s not questioning their own sanity nowadays, Doctor, but this patient of mine — Patient Z, let’s call him — put even me ...
Mama lets the paddling pool water spill onto the grass. That’s how the neighbors’ kids know it’s time to go home.
Cortes looked out through the moonlit night, out across the steaming ground, out across the glistening earth, out upon the bodies that lay and lay and lay in the courtyard.
It’s terrible, you see they’ve started using paper bags at the supermarket. Brown paper bags. Well it didn’t take me long to figure out that this presented an unprecedented opportunity. ...
As a teen, I was obsessed with my knickers, whether to allow boys into them and getting them in a twist. My mother instilled in me the importance of ensuring ...
She had been collecting supplies for some time: fabric, yarn, scissors, and glue. Strong glue. She needed this to hold together.
All the zines were printed at Lehman Brothers. All the zines were printed at Goldman Sachs. All the zines were printed at Merrill Lynch.
In March, the snow melted, and the lake thawed, and we had to watch as these bloated bodies full of holes and pond scum all rose up from where the ...
Theo II’s ghost haunts me most nights, ever since I found him hanging in the stables, an ending that no doubt hastened the death of my grandfather—Sir Theo—a week later. ...
In this short piece, Brazilian novelist and short-story writer, Carol Bensimon, posits the life of a pool man after the virus has wrecked the tourism industry and the rich have ...
I was born at 6:04 p.m. on the 3rd day of the Moon’s skulking journey across the skylands. She is a child of Krithika, the temple priest tells my mother, ...
As I’d begun to do lately, get out paper, my stack of comics from under the bed. I start drawing.
Jittery, a twiddling, nerve-pulling runway, touch-down, to pencil scratching, scratching, then, ...
