Creek Rock Wall

by Elizabeth Glass

Published on February 10, 2012

No matter how many times Lewis told his twelve-year-old son, Wendell, to stay off of the creek rock walls on the west side of the farm, it never failed that when Lewis found himself there, creek rock had fallen on both sides of the wall.

Blondes to the Rescue

by James Mathews

Published on January 09, 2012

We were all ready, hundreds of us, lost in a sea of camouflage that spanned the enormous hangar floor, each clinging to a duffel bag stuffed to bursting with field gear, body armor, gas masks, last wills and testaments. All the things we would need in Afghanistan. The hangar doors were cranked open to reveal a grim, gray morning. Many of the assembled airmen had spilled out onto the tarmac, their bodies lying flat and motionless, like dead fish washed up on a sunless beach. Even more stood clustered around a nearby smoke shack. In the distance, C-130 transports lumbered around the flightline, providing a constant buzz and blur of propellers.

Passing on

by Michael Talkington

Published on November 16, 2011

Idle hands or minds (I can’t remember which) are the devil’s workshop. My mom used to tell me that frequently. Years later I found that what she was really worried about was boredom. Boredom always led me down the road to mischief and usually resulted in some inappropriate behavior on my part, and she knew that.

Such was the case at my mother-in-law’s funeral. Now bear in mind that I had nothing against my mother-in-law and she never did anything to or against me so my behavior at the ceremony had nothing to do with her in particular. She was completely without sin and did not prompt what I did during that solemn time. I did what I did because I was bored.

Dish Towels

by Jon Bishop

Published on October 05, 2011

Ten days before Christmas, Alex saw her father, standing behind the home goods aisle, slip a stack of embroidered dish towels into his coat pocket. She felt a tinge of shock slowly ooze through her veins and out of her pores. She shivered. She moved closer to her father, rotating her head to look at the bright, celebrity-endorsed linens, among other items. He still stood some distance away, yet she noticed the sinful glisten of sweat.

Barely above a whisper: “Dad?”

Her father didn’t hear. She rumbled and coughed to clear her throat; and he jumped, then saw it was his daughter.

“Alex! Uh, hi. Sorry. Didn’t see you standing there.” The towels bulged within his coat, like a growth or a tumor or a fat belly. They made their presence felt immediately, like hearts under floorboards.

Uncle Jerry

by Sarah Van Den Bosch

Published on August 08, 2011

My uncle Jerry lost his eye after falling out of a tree when he was 10-years-old. He had been in the backyard playing in the solitary maple right outside the kitchen window when he stepped on a weak branch. It snapped under him and Jerry was sent stumbling face-first into a set of branches before crashing onto the lawn. One of those branches snagged his left eye while the rest of his body fell downwards.

“Skewered it right out," he told me with a laugh, giving a tap to the black eye patch guarding the socket.

Here Comes Godot

by George Freek

Published on July 20, 2011


MR VLADIMIR, An unemployed gentleman, 40s, looks older
MS ESTRAGON, An unemployed lady, 40s, looks older
MR GODOT, Their visitor, elderly
MS GENTILE, A Social Worker, 20s


The living room of Mr Vladimir and Ms Estragon




(A shabby room with a door on the left and
a table with three chairs in the center. A
Window is on the wall near the door, and a
Beat-up refrigerator is on the right. As lights
Come up, MR VLADIMIR and MS
ESTRAGON are discovered at the table)



Well now, Didi, what should we ask him for?



I would say… (He thinks).



(Impatiently, after waiting) Well!



All That We Have to Do

by Rich Ives

Published on June 24, 2011


Jane Ablier changed the kitty litter. Jane Ablier filled the hummingbird feeder. Jane Ablier called her daughter Susan. Susan didn't answer. Was Susan out wrecking another pickup truck like she did when her last marriage failed? Maybe she was home and not answering, still in bed, with someone like... No, Jane Ablier didn't want to think about that.

Jane Ablier's cat Spud complained. Jane wanted to oblige Spud, but she couldn't figure out what he wanted. She forgot about it and tried to take a nap.

Social Networking

by Mathew Klickstein

Published on June 02, 2011

I woke up. It was colder than it had been the night before. I got up off my mattress on the floor, stepped in my boxers, and slid into my t-shirt on my way to the other side of my small room. I opened the door quietly and pattered to the thermostat of our apartment. On the way, I passed by one roommate’s room. Was surprised to find her awake this early, but not surprised to find her on Facebook, staring at the screen in her pajamas with her hair up.

After silently turning the thermostat up, I went back to my room. Closed my door behind me. It was still cold, and I knew it would be a while before the heat kicked in. I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so I sat down on my mattress - feeling the springs achingly giving way beneath me - and tried to read some of my book.

The End of the Street

by Rachel S. Thomas-Medwid

Published on May 20, 2011

They are at the end of the street when she notices his silence, a third party sulking in the back seat. She pulls over, edging between two snow-covered cars. The first thing that strikes her about Sam is his stillness, his nose sharply outlined against the background. Why hadn’t she noticed earlier, the gradual process that has now conquered him? Laura usually monitors these stages like a doctor, aware of minuscule changes. That’s her job and here, in these circumstances, she has failed.

The car hums beneath them.

She wants to reach over but stops herself.

“How are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

Never Saw It Coming

by Mike Jordan

Published on May 08, 2011

It’s Pay Day. We like Pay Day. I’m not sure how much is on this check. I’ve got another one coming before rent’s due. I’m thinking I can pay both the power and phone bill this month. Combined they amount to three hundred eighty-two dollars and thirty-seven cents. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll have some left over to play with. I opened it immediately. Turns out that was a Bad Idea. Keep in mind I still have to work my shift. The grand total, minus taxes, was three hundred eighty-four dollars and sixty-three cents. I spent the remainder of my time at work pissed. I am truly a joy to be around when I’m pissed. After work I weighed my options. Pay both, be broke for two weeks. Pay one, eat for two weeks. I went for number three, just say fuck it and get drunk.


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