THE SHARKS TOOK THE REST by Dana Diehl
Killing a shark is always personal. The shark ate your wife. The shark ate your son.
JUSTIN ISIS on film with Rebecca Gransden
Writers who seem to want to write a commercial screenplay in prose strike me as the least interesting sort. The same goes for all attempts at translating cinematic terminology to prose.
OLD ENOUGH by Isabelle Hughes
There hadn’t been this much excitement since the boys came home from war with their uniforms and their little triangular hats. They’d been shipped off again.
GOOD LIGHT by Chris Ames
I pull up hard and dredge out a congealed braid of hair the length of an arm. Horrified, I keep pulling and it just keeps coming.
WONDER WHY by Michael Seymour Blake
ERASE THE LINE by Jason W. McGlone
My mother is bursting at the seams and I am watching her stitching begin to give.
SKINK by aureleo sans
For now he made his home in men. Or rather, for a time, they lodged in him while he saved up seed money.
SHAWN BERMAN on film with Rebecca Gransden
Have fun. Be yourself. All that live free Target store bullshit. But it’s true.
ONE EVENING IN APRIL AS A COLD FRONT COMES IN by Christopher Mohar
For one heartbeat, I wanted it to be true. I wanted to see my own father facedown on the tile, spattered in his own blood.
AUTOMATONS 2 by Adam Soldofsky
I had a great time with you last night…