11 02, 2016

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
11 02, 2016

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
17 01, 2016

Pia Juul | The Murder of Halland


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Pia Juul | The Murder of Halland2018-11-24T13:41:28-04:00
17 01, 2016

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
17 01, 2016

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
16 12, 2015

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
16 12, 2015

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
16 12, 2015

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
4 11, 2015

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
4 11, 2015

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
4 11, 2015

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
8 10, 2015

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
8 10, 2015

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
8 10, 2015

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
29 09, 2015

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
2 08, 2015

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
1 08, 2015

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
1 08, 2015

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
2 06, 2015

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
2 06, 2015

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
2 06, 2015

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
2 05, 2015

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
2 04, 2015

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
2 04, 2015

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
2 04, 2015

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
2 04, 2015

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
2 04, 2015

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
2 03, 2015

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
2 03, 2015

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
2 03, 2015

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
2 02, 2015

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
2 02, 2015

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
2 02, 2015

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
2 02, 2015

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
2 01, 2015

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
2 01, 2015

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
2 01, 2015

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
1 01, 2015

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
2 12, 2014

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
2 11, 2014

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
2 11, 2014

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
2 11, 2014

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