I gather little bits of paper resting on the carpet to distract myself, all to avoid having an argument with you, which is inevitable, but not impossible to hold off so long as I gather paper, little bits of it, little ...
Little Bits of Paper by Martin Piñol
Fiction, LAR Online
I’ve been spending my student loans on records, clothes, and alcohol, and now the money is gone. Not just gone, it’s in negative territory. My checking account is overdrawn. The direct deposit arrived like a ...
Come Finally to Visit by Andreas Trolf
Fiction, LAR Online
The four-foot plastic Santa lay sideways in the gutter, and Jesus had been ejected from the manger into the snow. The camel, presumably the property of the wise men nearby, rested on a dense row of hedges. Across the ...
The Vandal by Jessie Lovett Allen
Fiction, LAR Online
He had become rich by selling the family farm, a famous family farm which everyone had wanted their children to be at. There the pigs and the ponies awkwardly romped and galloped; geese kept moving in ways that made ...
Necklaces by Rebecca Pyle
Fiction, LAR Online
Long before I moved into my current neighborhood where people push tiny dogs around in baby strollers, I lived amongst the bottom of the barrel. I was young then. Now, whenever I pass Moss Park by streetcar, I’d ...
Stupid Beautiful Days by Annie Zhu
Fiction, LAR Online
At first, the man thought nothing of the brick on the Egyptian Cotton sheets on top of the bed he shared with his wife. It was small and almost innocuous a brick is an odd thing to put in one’s bed, he thought, why ...
The Way They Used to Be by Andrew Bertaina
Fiction, LAR Online
The boys turned nine next week and the nanny asked her if she was solid on the gluten free chocolate cupcakes, or did she think they should get a half dozen of the vanilla ones as well. Her nanny was a small woman, with ...
The Deer by Andrea Harper
Fiction, LAR Online
She looks at his body. She hasn’t been near a body like this in a long time.
It’s close enough to 6am, and he’s been lying just so for at least two hours now, face down on the bed, sprawled and ...
Bodies by Chris Connolly
Fiction, LAR Online
We in this house know our place. We never pry, ask unnecessary questions or poke our noses into our boss’s affairs. Occasionally, however, we admit, we gossip. Of course, we keep an eagle eye on anyone new who joins ...
Mary the Mchawi by Farah Ahamed
Fiction, LAR Online
