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by Brendan Detzner Theo Gardener pretended to sleep under satin sheets on a giant red waterbed for about twelve hours, woke up, and was immediately hungry and horny; he curled up like an infant, his femurs pressing against his ribs…

by Constantine Mountrakis I come from a town called Fallow. Fallow was an unexceptional place, full of unexceptional people. But it had a Gallows Tree, and it was the only town in the area that could claim such a thing….

by Rhonda Eikamp There’s a sticky bottle of something up here inside his wife’s spice cabinet that his hand knows to avoid, then a matchbox that rattles, dead-insect chuckle. He closes his eyes and keeps reaching. He’s climbed on a…

by Miranda Stone Adrian found Libby crouched in the shadows outside his bedroom, biting her knuckles and staring up at him. He stood in the doorway, his robe hanging open, as she trembled like a cornered rabbit. Stepping into the…

by Aaron Polson I have no voice, but these words are mine. The old ones, the fat, blubbering ones blind from too many days away from the sun, hold a different power than me. I know because they tell me,…

by Chris Milam Mom was a gazer. A pale finger parting the tobacco-stained blinds, exposing sickly grass. At the beige walls with thrift store art. At empty spaces filled with lost things. Her frozen stare always darting, fluttering, never quite…

by Shannon Fay Eddie tapped the ash of his cigarette into an empty Pepsi can and, through a cloud of cigarette smoke and the grimy windshield, watched Lily Snow leave the community center. Lily Snow, winner of the Georgia Princess…

by Laura DeHaan Sweeter than corn More precious than water Would that I could have A sweet, precious daughter. So prayed the farmer. He lived in a small village with his wife and their three sons. It was a good…

by Ellen Denton Alan woke up screaming like a girl. It was the same nightmare; he was being chewed on by hundreds of rats. Now, as he sat up in bed, he could still see their small, red, angry eyes…

by Gil Gildner The little girl bounced down the sidewalk and the brisk, empty, blue autumn air burned through her lungs and she sang. She sang thinly, rather more weak than strong, and the words were meaningless and the tune…