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The Last Thing We Ever Needed by Jen Michalski
"We can do almost anything on that thing, and it's almost like doing it for real. The friends we have from the thing are almost as real as the friends we used to have and the pets we have from the thing are almost... »
Best of Metazen: Victor, Pushed Through by Mel Bosworth
Victor poured himself from the belly and onto the pile of entrails. The day stung his eyes, a hundred angry bees. He gaped at the thin silhouette, lashes aflutter. »
Ascension of the Conquistador by Andrew Bowen
A man gurgles behind me. I turn to the familiar sound in time to see a robe-clad monk draw a cross in the air between himself and the native on his knees. »
For Rent: 116 Writers Block Avenue by Allie Dresser
There’s an extraordinary block in the city. It’s a great city with a place for everyone. »
When Four Years Old, poems by Duane Locke
Normal was knowing How to bump, Knowing how to scare Crows,How to be afraid of sea gulls, How to snap a garden bean Into threes... »
Like They Were New by Mel Bosworth
I always think of that sailor shit when I’m up here, that thing about always keeping one hand for the boat. Then the socket wrench slips off the nut and cracks me square on the collarbone. »
Crowning Glory by Michelle Reale
She’d waited a long time for an appointment with this man. Everyone with straight, blue-white teeth said there was no one better. »
Lloyd by Gary Moshimer
My father wanted a chance to be proud of me. I’d been taking summer classes in first aid. I didn’t really want to help my father, becausehe’d driven my mother away by ignoring her. “I’ll do it for him!” Iyelled back. “But that’s it!”... »
Meta-News…Wedding Fiction, Birthday, Red Heads
Here are some things that are going on: a wedding fiction contest, a birthday, an Iphone format, a story. »
Hosting (Part 11) by Hazar Worth
Ah, hello, excuse me? Please take a break from this cold winter for a warm bowl of Hazar Worth's Hosting serial. »
Love Bytes by Meg Pokrass and Arlene Ang
I hardly ever felt sorry for myself, because I wasn't capacitated for self-pity. Because of this, they made us all work as telemarketers. »
Transcription by Nate East
Transcription of Portions of a Conversation with Howard Seven on Guerrero Street, San Francisco, August 2009 »
Flash Warning: Visibility Poor by Diane Becker
Light falls in through the curtains. They are covered with roses, a print of red and green flowers but they look like faces from this angle. He focuses on them one by one. One face has a green mouth, which flares open. Another has... »
Her Mouth Small and Round by Jack Swenson
That afternoon I hear the click clack of her high heels as I am bent over my drawing board. »
