Long before he travels through the black hole, ripping the fabric of his life, they are looking for the perfect house, the sort of place you could raise a family on modest salaries. First, they have to say goodbye to ...
Inside a Black Hole by Andrew Bertainia
Fiction
Samuel and David were born in the same year at opposite ends: New Year’s Day and New Year’s Eve. They only knew their birthdays because their mothers were able to labor in peace, and that’s something their mothers ...
Make by Misha S. McDaniel
Fiction
When I wake up, the world is upside down. The car is ragged plastic and skin-stained glass. Ryan’s body crumples against the passenger door, right arm bent around his back like he’s scratching a hard-to-reach itch. ...
it keeps going like that by Leah Francesca Christianson
Fiction
“Did I ever finish my story? I mean this woman was seriously one of the worst customers I’ve had in a while—a total hair-mare.” June nudges Laine, who nods but doesn’t look up from her nearly empty ...
Wig Shop by Rebecca Bernard
Fiction
If my grandfather hadn’t died of heart failure—heartbreak, my grandmother insists—a year before the towers fell, he would have been buried under a hundred floors of steel and concrete and shattered glass. His last ...
The Button by Scott Nadelson
Fiction
Carly Alaimo is a writer from Augusta, GA. She received her MFA in Fiction from Georgia State University. Her work has been published in The Harvard Advocate, Phoebe Journal, Split Lip ...
IT’S A QUIZ! by Carly Alaimo
Fiction
We put Janet Shaw in charge of keeping the records and lists and spreadsheets, then she went and died in May. Now it’s June, and no lists. No Iowa City City High Class of ‘83 master plan for the August reunion. No ...
In The End by Leslie Pietrzyk
Fiction
There’s a window I stare out of sometimes when I’m convinced John doesn’t love me anymore. It’s a tiny circular one in the kitchen that faces the icy Upper Delaware River, which winds and bends under a swarm of ...
The Know-It-All by Madison Durand
Fiction, LAR Online
Not so long ago, when I used to play the piano, a well-respected Record Producer approached me at the Music Festival in New England to say that they had heard of my name, and some good things about my piano playing, and ...