The strangled barks from the dog next door leak like a wet rag into the night air, ending on a downward moan. There’s no fence you can build to stop that from coming through. If there were, Barry would have built it. ...
The Scrap Eaters by Rose Hunter
Fiction, LAR Online
I’m outside on the patio smoking when Carlos finds me.
“You’re not supposed to be smoking,” he says, but he doesn’t really care.
“I’m vaping,” I say, indicating the little stick I’m holding. ...
Thin Days by Lauren Johnson
Fiction, LAR Online
Wednesday, November 24
Fran wrote the date at the top of a blank page in her notebook. It was the day before Thanksgiving. She liked the even loops of her handwriting, the way it marked the first entry in her book. ...
$1.59 Per by Holly Richmond
Fiction, LAR Online
The patron saint of dykes knows you’re queer. Just knows. There isn’t a femme alive who is invisible to her.
Pray to the patron saint of dykes for pronouns that fit like your skin never did. Pray for your softball ...
Patron Saint of Dykes by Audrey R. Hollis
Fiction, LAR Online
Pablo
I opened my front door to let in some light and fresh air. A small dog wandered down the center of the street. On impulse I grabbed my cap and some small dog treats left over from my deceased Jack Russell. ...
Three Stories by Jim Peterson
Fiction, LAR Online
Sometimes, you abscond to a monastery in China for all the wrong reasons. You are running from your life and you think you hear a voice, way off in the distance, imploring you to drop what you are doing before the ...
You Might Hesitate by Eva Dunsky
Fiction, LAR Online
When I was seven years old, I was touched by a priest. It was at St. Ignatius Church in Fowler, Massachusetts. No one in Fowler was surprised to hear that Father Todd had molested a child, but all his past incidents had ...
Touched, by Antonio Elefano
Fiction, LAR Online
In my will, I left my remains to be split evenly by all of my ex-boyfriends. They already had me, might as well take me again.
To Whom It May Concern,
I hereby bequeath my body to my ex boyfriends, under ...
Dismember Me by Joanna Rafael Goldberg
Fiction, LAR Online
I stand at the kitchen entry, hands on my hips, trying to catch my breath. Outside, people in the streets of Kharkiv are panicked; the explosion sent them running this way and that. Inside, there is a sense of ...
The Pommel Horse by Olga Breydo
Fiction, LAR Online
