“This isn’t even the most erotic thing I’ve done,” Tobi said, her pallid face barely sticking out from under the flamingo-colored duvet. Around us, in the hotel room, were the vestiges of room service and romance ...
Touching Major’s Tooth – or – This Is the Heartbreak You Signed Up For By Jason DeYoung
Fiction, LAR Online
Lumps. Always lumps. When will my wife finally learn how to make proper mashed potatoes? The butter, loads of it, roasted garlic, minced onion, and the top-secret ingredient of cottage cheese––just how mom used to ...
Potatoes Au Gratitude by Kristy Holditch
Fiction, LAR Online
My wife tried to wring every drop out of music. She read up on what foods doubled as hearing enhancers and thereafter every meal involved some combination of spinach, potatoes, broccoli, liver, wheat germ, mango, kiwi, ...
Once is Enough by Victor McConnell
Fiction, LAR Online
We have sex on the couch, which is the first time we have sex in weeks. It is her suggestion. “Maybe something will be different?” She asks, as if I know the answer. It is different, I guess. I keep groping not at ...
Horizon by Peter Schlachte
Fiction, LAR Online
Once my father took me with him to throw a gun in the river. This was on a Saturday morning in early winter. We climbed into his pickup, and he set the gun, a pistol, down on the seat between us. We both looked at it for ...
The Hollows by Tom Howard
Fiction, LAR Online
Raw almonds, ¼ cup
Raw cantaloupe, 1 cup
Steamed broccoli, 1/2 cup
Cheetos, 1 bag
Turned to internet last night, despite better judgment. Didn’t know what else to do, have been trying to get less fat for months now ...
Figures by Sophie Grossman
Fiction, LAR Online
When Eyimofe told Yewande that he would be returning home for this season’s Christmas and New Year holidays, she decided to keep it a secret from everyone who had been a part of his journey to America. But everyone who ...
Bugs From America by Temi Mosimiloluwa
Fiction, LAR Online
By the time we reached Temecula, she was pretty strung out. Her pink toenails looked like little candies against the gray leather dashboard, her knees jackknifed against her chest as she rocked back and forth. I tried to ...
Meteora by Alex Treuber
Fiction, LAR Online
In the church in the fields, the original statue of Our Lady of Sonsoles sits near the sacristy. A copy stands at the altar. Legend has it that whenever attempts were made to carry the original from the grounds, it grew ...
Birthday at the Hermitage by Lana Spendl
Fiction, LAR Online
