The police said his feet got tangled in seaweed. He was drunk and they said it was probably peaceful, something I never believed. I’m sure the water sobered him up and he fought to the end, just like he did any time people called me a freakazoid.… More
Hard Drives
FICTION by Duke StewartI didn’t want to talk to Harvey about stars. I wanted to ask him, Have you ever kissed someone who didn’t contain 99.9 percent of your DNA?… More
Cinesthetic
FICTION by u.v.rayand now it was 1997 and john gambler sits on the number 63 w/his headphones on listening to jane’s addiction, thinking that ghosts don’t just haunt the corridors and staircases of old broken down houses. sum ghosts come to the derelict hearts a the living… More
Indeterminate
FLASH NONFICTION by Rosalind KaplanRed is alarm, a fire, emergency, impending disaster. Red is blood, a jagged wound, the color of searing pain. Red is fury, volatility, a tantrum, the angry man who says you’re not enough or maybe you’re too much.… More
Manny Torres
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonThe violence in my stories is how I come to terms with the terrible things in the world. Trafficking, animal cruelty, war, and murder are terrible things, so I write what I write to come to terms with the ugliness of it all.… More
Crawlspace
FICTION by Matthew HandThere it was. The Code. The modern-day oracle of all things irritating. A QR symbol glowing smugly from the TV, waiting to be scanned like some ancient relic from the Temple of Inconvenience. He stood. “Okay,” he said. “Okay.”… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by JORDYN DAMATOMy girlfriend and I made a deal: she could go back to Boston but I got to keep her head. She did the severing and everything—I just watched. Held her hand because I knew it’d be a while ‘til I could hold it again. It unnerved me how dry it was.… More
Pet
FICTION by Joshua VigilShe looked disheveled, bloodless and tired. Like she no longer believed in the utility of the comb, or showers. But instead of burying her beauty, it intensified it. She looked like a lost soul everyone was meant to save; I was trying my best to.… More
Three Men
FICTION by James CallanI should have known the star buckos were star buckos, not comet miners or spacefaring surgeons, which is what they claimed to be. I should have known by their magenta trousers and face tattoos, their moon-rock nose studs and costume jewelry. I should’ve known!… More
Prometheus’ Daughter Invents Lemonade
FICTION by Waniya Aks E NoorMy dad gave me eighty dollars for new textbooks. I used it to dig your grave.… More
Failing, Failed
FLASH FICTION by Keith WoodruffTonight love looks like burning worms and black smoke.… More
