SEX, OR by Brett Milam
Unbeknownst to you, you were in a ménage à trois with me and depression and I was only able to pleasure one of you.
THE MOTHERS by Hollynn Huitt
His mom made a quiet bleating sound under her breath. Fear bolted through him, but now he was seven and so he stood his ground.
MY GHOST by Aileen O’Dowd
The exorcist knocks on the door.
LIT VEGAN SEX by M.C. Schmidt
Ultimately, she accepted me, weird diet and all. And last night, for the very first time, she slept over.
HERO by Mike Wilson
But maybe it would be good in some way, this sudden death of his, maybe it would mean his son Jason would move back to town and stop chasing that stupid life as a YouTube street magician.
WRITING BY EAR: Dashiel Carrera interviewed by Kira K. Homsher
Transfixed by the odd turns and cadence of its speech, each day I set a timer and kept writing until the alarm went off. This approach no doubt held its roots in my background recording music: I thought of these writing sessions like performances, called “takes.”
HERE’S WHAT WE’LL DO ON OUR DRIVE by Derek Harmening
When it’s dark, we’ll turn off the freeway, pull into the one place we can find. Look, you’ll say, pointing up at the harsh red neon.
A MAN FROM THE LORD by Jude Dexter
The plague, the Good Prophet told them, was a judgment, and it would lay Harpers to waste if they did not repent, so they begged the Lord for mercy.
AUTOMATONS 4 by Adam Soldofsky
Hey, no regrets, right…?
THIS YEAR WAS A BUST by Mike Vizcarra
There is a red lipstick stain on my shirt from when we hugged. Mocking me, the way that stains do.