Yoss | Super Extra Grande (excerpt)

In a distant future in which humankind has colonized the universe, Dr. Jan Sangan, a veterinarian specializing in extremely large alien organisms, goes spelunking in the bowels of a creature

Yoss | Super Extra Grande (excerpt)2017-05-05T22:30:19-04:00

Justine Champine | The Moon Man

Jane lives with her mother and a stranger in a white house by the sea. Red roses with blossoms the size of a baby’s head grow wild over the

Justine Champine | The Moon Man2018-11-24T14:12:34-04:00

Brenna York | A Feeling For People

A recently-divorced 70-something took 20 minutes of my 23rd year. First, he called me an idiot savant with regards to my schoolwork. Then his eyes met my ears: “If

Brenna York | A Feeling For People2018-11-24T14:12:31-04:00

Derek Mascarenhas | Coconut Dreams

Four days in Goa nearly killed me. It started the morning my bus arrived in Mapusa and I didn't see my uncle Quinton waiting for me. A swarm of

Derek Mascarenhas | Coconut Dreams2018-11-24T14:12:28-04:00

Julia Sternberg | The Gift

She wanted to see the sea lions fed, but when they arrived it was just past noon and the trainers were leaving the ring with empty buckets. The air

Julia Sternberg | The Gift2018-11-24T13:56:19-04:00

Kenta Maniwa | Trader Joe’s And Free TC

I was in line at Trader Joe’s, waiting to pay for my groceries. My headphones were on and I felt disconnected from my surroundings. I watched people interacting around

Kenta Maniwa | Trader Joe’s And Free TC2018-11-24T13:55:29-04:00

Rebecca Payne | St. Francis

This is the way he walks: north on Grace to College, east on College to Manning, south on Manning to Dundas, then west on Dundas back to Grace. It’s

Rebecca Payne | St. Francis2018-11-24T13:54:58-04:00

Sarah Burgoyne | Nobody Coming

At the top of her journey, Johanna cracked a lager. She was thirteen and thinking of the beautiful sea. The smothering western sea. The concrete stoop leading down to

Sarah Burgoyne | Nobody Coming2018-11-24T13:54:38-04:00

Amy Feltman | Turnip

It wasn’t assault, exactly. Or maybe it was. Either way it happened quickly. It stopped. Tree-scales scraped barkily against the cotton of her tee-shirt. The boy was walking away.

Amy Feltman | Turnip2018-11-24T13:53:50-04:00

Amanda Boyle | Waste

One drink in and she was laughing. It felt like she hadn’t laughed in a long time, but she was always laughing one drink in, and she drank more than

Amanda Boyle | Waste2016-06-20T14:22:51-04:00

Emily Jungmin Yoon | Anamnesis

My mother was a haenyo: she dove into cold waters for seaweed, abalone, sea urchin, and other things. My fifth year of elementary school holds my first memory of

Emily Jungmin Yoon | Anamnesis2018-11-24T13:52:36-04:00

Genevieve Hudson | Skatepark

The summer after my first year at the new school was homage to the skateboard. Girls walked right up to the edge of the wooden ramps to watch us.

Genevieve Hudson | Skatepark2018-11-24T13:52:04-04:00

Andrew F. Sullivan | Asbestos Gardens

“The world don’t want you to do that.” Cheese Watkins’ daddy says this through two inches of Plexiglas, holding a sawed-off up to the small gap where the money is

Andrew F. Sullivan | Asbestos Gardens2016-06-15T11:35:56-04:00

Alexander Carey | The Line (Novel Excerpt)

“O, Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.” –Augustine of Hippo I cut through the field behind Joey and Shannon’s house. Ice lined the creek, splintering off,

Alexander Carey | The Line (Novel Excerpt)2018-11-24T13:50:26-04:00

Noy Holland | Not So The Donkeys

The donkeys are eating the barn. They’re bored, poor things. They are eating out the shape of a donkey, of a dull, sulking herd of donkeys, until at last,

Noy Holland | Not So The Donkeys2018-11-24T13:49:17-04:00

Trevor Shikaze | The Buffet

Peter took a plate from a stack of fresh plates that a waiter had just set out. The plate was warm. The breads at the front of the buffet

Trevor Shikaze | The Buffet2018-11-24T13:48:44-04:00

Kenan Orhan | All the Baklanov Men

Dad yelled at the same boxy TV he’d been yelling at since 1976. Traktor Chelyabinsk didn’t score in the first two periods. Kuzyetznov hadn’t played well. I had moved

Kenan Orhan | All the Baklanov Men2018-11-24T13:47:56-04:00

A. Igoni Barrett | Blackass

Furo Wariboko awoke this morning to find that dreams can lose their way and turn up on the wrong side of sleep. He was lying nude in bed, and

A. Igoni Barrett | Blackass2018-11-24T13:47:15-04:00

Alexandra Itzi | Institutional Flesh

I stopped eating meat when I was sixteen years old. It was more or less an instant process. Many of my friends were espousing the benefits of tofu, and

Alexandra Itzi | Institutional Flesh2018-11-24T13:44:42-04:00

Courage | Courtney Sender

ONCE I dated a boy named courage. I should have kissed him a hundred thousand more times. . THE BOY named courage told me, “I wanted my life to

Courage | Courtney Sender2018-11-24T13:44:04-04:00

Seo Hajin | Sugar or Salt

*translated from Korean “H, do you remember me?” a man on the other end of the phone asked. His tone was cautious, as if he hoped I would remember

Seo Hajin | Sugar or Salt2018-11-24T13:43:06-04:00

Pia Juul | The Murder of Halland

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Pia Juul | The Murder of Halland2018-11-24T13:41:28-04:00

Jorge Cino | The Migrant’s Experience

There are about two hundred million migrants roaming the planet at any given time, including those who move from one place to another by choice and those who are

Jorge Cino | The Migrant’s Experience2018-11-24T13:40:33-04:00

Kim Kyung-uk | The Runner

Excerpted from God Has No Grandchildren Translated from the Korean by Kang Sunok When Eun-jae called, I was jerking off in an attempt to lift my spirits. I was

Kim Kyung-uk | The Runner2018-11-24T13:41:20-04:00

Emily Flamm | Division Study

1. Scale From his window seat on the plane he looks out over the ocean, which looks like a tangle of lines in this light. The light makes the

Emily Flamm | Division Study2018-11-24T13:41:22-04:00

Hannah Rahimi | Elegance

A month after they married, Kevin found a job. “What a relief,” he said, and everyone agreed, though it was only a year-long contract. It meant relocating to Indiana.

Hannah Rahimi | Elegance2018-11-24T13:36:49-04:00

Tom Thor Buchanan | Windhoek

On the street a man reached out and touched my father's shoulder. “Sir! Hey Sir! Sir!” he said to my father. When my father turned to face him the man

Tom Thor Buchanan | Windhoek2016-02-10T23:17:02-04:00

Nelly Alard | Couple Mechanics

translated from the French by Adrianna Hunter People were “bridging” Ascension Day with the weekend and taking the Friday off. Neither Juliette nor Olivier was working. And the children didn’t

Nelly Alard | Couple Mechanics2016-02-10T23:17:02-04:00

Annabel Graham | Bad Cat

I am cleaning out my father’s office. A room frozen in time since his accident. His cell phone still on the charger, papers still in the fax machine where he

Annabel Graham | Bad Cat2017-05-05T22:33:38-04:00

Nikita Nelin | Soldiers

  During the war they spit and shit and peed in a metal container with rubber clamps at its sides as the turret of their tank scanned the burning fields

Nikita Nelin | Soldiers2017-05-05T22:33:03-04:00

Frankie Barnet | Rot

First the town was because of the port, people brought things and then other people left with other things. But then very quickly other ports opened, and these were bigger

Frankie Barnet | Rot2017-05-05T22:33:13-04:00

Arielle Bernstein | Pair Bond

After the abortion Sam and I end up at the Weeki Wachi, an amusement park with real live mermaids. We park our truck and get seated in front of this

Arielle Bernstein | Pair Bond2016-02-10T23:17:04-04:00

Melanie Manuel | Blessed Bill

  Listen- Buffalo Bill has a secret. He’s dying. All day, too many times to count, he finds a way back to our travel wagon where I witness his struggle

Melanie Manuel | Blessed Bill2017-05-05T22:33:42-04:00

Kim Chinquee | One-Piece

  It's a one-piece I found from one of those Halloween shops that are suckers for people like me who haven't found the time to go out of their way

Kim Chinquee | One-Piece2016-02-10T23:17:05-04:00

Matthew Lansburgh | Queen of Sheba

  Al gives me zero. All day long he sits glued to his armchair, drinking glass after glass of V-8 juice and making a mess with his crackers. The crumbs

Matthew Lansburgh | Queen of Sheba2016-02-10T23:17:05-04:00

Geoffrey Line | Goodbye, Tink

Like a penny into a fountain, she fell from the top deck of a cruise ship into the black Caribbean. Tink, poor Tink, prepubescent, precocious, ten-year-old Tink, the most

Geoffrey Line | Goodbye, Tink2019-06-28T10:26:32-04:00

Andrew Simpson | Vrnjacka Banja

  Sophia read something on the internet about people who were in love who engraved their names on locks and attached the locks to bridges and then threw away the

Andrew Simpson | Vrnjacka Banja2016-02-10T23:17:05-04:00

Meg Pokrass | The Seller

  You feel sick about it. You don't say it in the letter, but you are annoyed with your boyfriend for not recognizing a deal even though you made it

Meg Pokrass | The Seller2016-02-10T23:17:06-04:00

Laura Tansley | Boil Us Dry

“I think we need it. All of us,” she says, serious for a second because that’s what divorce does, but she doesn’t let it linger, “we’ll go back to France,

Laura Tansley | Boil Us Dry2016-02-10T23:17:07-04:00

Ranbir Singh Sidhu | Queen of Swords

Ormond enters by stairs leading directly from the street. He raps hard against the heavy wooden door. Or perhaps he only walks along the corridor, studying the faces that peer

Ranbir Singh Sidhu | Queen of Swords2016-02-10T23:17:07-04:00

Michelle Syba | Snövirr

Tuesdays they go to Ikea for lunch. Mac and cheese for Winston, fish for his mother. Afterwards they walk through the showroom. “Or else you get fat,” Winston’s mother says.

Michelle Syba | Snövirr2016-02-10T23:17:08-04:00

Gabriel Bump | Okay People

Winner of the 2015 SLS MTL Flash Fiction Prize Clap taps my shoulder; rubs my hair and calls me baby; holds her breath under the covers before coming up for

Gabriel Bump | Okay People2016-07-09T08:15:50-04:00

Lee Matalone | Rebellion

I try to be quiet, but there’s always a little dog that can’t help running through their room, his little toenails tapping the floor and the door creaking with wooden

Lee Matalone | Rebellion2016-02-10T23:17:08-04:00

Leah Bailly | Out of Order

The first time I smoked speed, I felt my lungs expand so wide that they took in an entire tropical sea filled with miniature sea creatures that swam up and

Leah Bailly | Out of Order2016-02-10T23:17:09-04:00

Coe Douglas | Dolores

Dad was standing in the bedroom doorway, a large, shiny petrified fish labored under his right arm. “Take Dolores, son, and give her to your mom.” “Really?” “She always loved

Coe Douglas | Dolores2016-02-10T23:17:09-04:00

Jocelyn Saucier | Twenty-One Cardinals

When the old coot with the nicotine-stained teeth asked the question, I knew we were headed back to the good ol’ days. I have no problem with that. I love

Jocelyn Saucier | Twenty-One Cardinals2017-05-05T22:34:24-04:00

Jennifer Sears | Fiction

“Looker,” Peggy said as I hustled Gilligan’s order to Jailbait, our 16-year-old grill chef and the boy Peggy slept with off and on. Peggy had a thirteen-year-old son and a husband who’d turned funny after his return from Gulf War Number 1.

Jennifer Sears | Fiction2018-12-28T23:18:28-04:00

Kevin Grauke | Fiction

After driving Daddy home as gently as I could, so as not to jostle his aching noggin, I asked Guy about their night together. He said it had gone fine, but then I reminded him that I’d sent him with a purpose in mind.

Kevin Grauke | Fiction2018-12-28T23:17:14-04:00

Angela Barton | Fiction

I still haven’t finished my screenplay, and I have to admit I don’t know how. Why is my life important enough to write a script about? Why is anyone’s?

Angela Barton | Fiction2018-12-28T23:15:39-04:00

Drew Johnson | Fiction

After a time, the figure settled back down into his former place, became one of the bodies on the floor, unable on the one hand to discern a path in the jigsaw, unable on the other to force what will he did possess upon them. Then again, perhaps he had been afraid his warm gap on the floor would close.

Drew Johnson | Fiction2018-12-28T23:12:08-04:00

Jay Boss Rubin | Fiction

"Water? Coffee? Tea?" the receptionist asked. I asked for water. She returned with a small bottle and a rocks glass on a wooden tray. She set the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch, poured the water from the bottle into the glass, set the glass down on a coaster then left with the tray and the empty bottle.

Jay Boss Rubin | Fiction2018-12-28T23:12:15-04:00

Laurie Stone | Fiction

She slid off the counter and in front of her mirror began applying my lip gloss to her beautiful, wide mouth with its curling, upper lip that now looked like a beckoning finger. She wore a sly expression, watching me watch her. She placed the tube of lotion I had given her with her pile of things. I didn’t say anything. I was unsure what tone to take.

Laurie Stone | Fiction2018-12-27T02:56:07-04:00

Mathew Fogarty | Fiction

Plus, there was something so unexpectedly exciting about being together that we wanted to explore it without everybody watching. So we kept it quiet and, as I say, for two months, we'd been going strong.

Mathew Fogarty | Fiction2018-12-27T02:55:09-04:00

Indira Chanrasekhar | Fiction

'Have you seen a doctor?' I pointed at her hand. Girija shook her head. 'Ratni brought some herb oil from the village. She applies it for me every day.' The thick, green-brown fluid in the re-used Old Monk bottle near the stove looked foul.

Indira Chanrasekhar | Fiction2018-12-27T02:54:20-04:00

Aggie Zivaljevic | Fiction

For ever so long, Iskren Syeveratz had watched over the island's elders, who without their offspring were like oysters without pearls. The octogenarian grandfathers and grandmothers sat in front of their stone houses looking out at the sea for the return of their children from the foreign lands, until they were petrified and turned into dust.

Aggie Zivaljevic | Fiction2018-12-27T02:53:25-04:00

Laura Miller | Fiction

The other part is that he’s such a fucking terrible imposter. In life, Ingrid Lynn was a poet, so she thinks in terms of metaphors. She can say that he dances without grace and inflects the letter r in a way that conflates meaning. She says his eyes are dead. She says he gets whole stanzas wrong. She says he’s an automaton.

Laura Miller | Fiction2018-12-27T02:52:35-04:00

Theodore Wheeler | Fiction

By protocol, he should have called security. But Andy ran down the utility stairs instead to stop her rattling the door, her feet planted apart. A flash of white showed up her shorts, her legs spread to pull the door handle, before she straightened to wave him down.

Theodore Wheeler | Fiction2018-12-27T02:51:09-04:00

Selena Anderson | Fiction

Tiny knew lots of people like Francine. Some people could talk forever telling all they knew, trying to get out what was wrong with them. But it wasn’t her problem. The ones that looked vulnerable were everyone else. They all looked like porcelain thems. Like they were fixing to break.

Selena Anderson | Fiction2018-12-27T02:50:18-04:00

Victoria Ludwin | Fiction

The Invisibles The tour bus pulled into the lot and Arnold put his Playstation on pause. Now I must represent my country, he thought, snickering, as Ambassador from the

Victoria Ludwin | Fiction2018-12-27T02:49:17-04:00

Andrew Szymanski | Fiction

A NIGHT DRIVE I had been looking after a phonograph for my friend’s girlfriend. My friend’s girlfriend and I were very close; in fact, it was in my bed

Andrew Szymanski | Fiction2018-12-27T02:48:20-04:00

Annabel Graham | Fiction

The wind rushing in through the windows blows our long hair into our faces. It’ll be tangled when we get home but we feel too good to care. We’ve been out dancing at a club in Hollywood. Used our fake IDs to get in. Mine says I’m from Florida. The bouncer knows they’re fake but he lets us in anyway.

Annabel Graham | Fiction2018-12-27T02:46:51-04:00

Aram Kim | Fiction

WHITE BONE PINE The woman said she was looking for her son. This was after Mr. Lee, cigarette seller and realtor to the western valley, looked her up and

Aram Kim | Fiction2018-11-25T01:57:53-04:00

Mikael Awake | Avatar

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I received a mass email from Caitlin bragging about the start of her book tour. You have to understand that Caitlin Morrow is

Mikael Awake | Avatar2016-01-18T02:35:01-04:00

John Goldbach | Fiction

The Riviera descended the dark mill hill and in its lights were geese waddling out of the way, some hissing, wings spread, waddling quickly, and we pulled into the mill parking lot. “What the fuck?” said James, stopping the car.

John Goldbach | Fiction2018-12-27T02:46:13-04:00

T Kira Madden | Fiction

I don’t know if I ever expected them to come back, but the night was long and loud and to this day, let me tell you, I can still see our mother exactly the way she was the next morning as she unfastened our seatbelts: her eyes bloated into garnets as she squeezed us both to her chest, asked if we were hungry—a new shade of lipstick on her that I have never seen since.

T Kira Madden | Fiction2018-11-02T23:58:01-04:00

Rebecca Fishow | Fiction

Hello. Excuse. Excuse me. Do you have bourbon? I don’t know what kind. What does the bottle look like? Let me see. Let me see. Oh, anything. What is the rocks?

Rebecca Fishow | Fiction2018-12-27T02:44:58-04:00