

Lucy just isn’t the kind of person who would do something like this. She’s such a good mom.
It’s been a shock for all of us, especially poor Tim. I saw him yesterday out in front of their house. I was ...
To rest her feet, to feel like one of the girls by Hannah Grieco
Fiction, LAR Online

I’m on a wooden bed in a locked room, in a red house, in a gated garrison. Nothing around but endless lines of trees. No one can find me here. No one is looking. A solitary unlit bulb hangs from the cracked ...
The Red House by Rachel Ramirez
Fiction, LAR Online

We’re sitting in his car listening to music and for a second I think he might kiss me. He offered to drive me home after work because he says I shouldn't be taking the train at night. I tell him I'm a strong girl and ...
Sometime in the Fall by Alexa Joyce
Fiction, LAR Online

Daniel Gray’s wife Corrie didn’t belong in our town. We all knew that on the day Dan brought her home from the city.
It wasn’t just the colors she wore. We Allensville wives wore plain waists and dark skirts to ...
Coreopsis by Kris Faatz
Fiction, LAR Online

This is a story about Saeed, which my father told my mother before they’d even considered bringing me into the world, and my mother told me one day when I was trying to heat a pita on the stove. To be precise, Baba ...
Saeed by Amir Sommer translated by Jessica Cohen
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I tell her he's gone. For real this time. I deleted his number last weekend while scotch-drunk, so it's not like he's at the door when the buzzer rings. It's just takeout. Ok, dog? It’s Bombay curry. She barrels down ...
My Dog Misses My Ex by Lyndsey Reese
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On Christmas Eve night Britany McConnell and Christian McConnell went outside to set up a trampoline for their children. Trampolines had been formative to both Britany and Christian; a place to learn to flip before the big ...
Trampoline by Jonny TwoxFour
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This was the difference between being the graduate student with a piece of shit car and being the professor with the keys to an office—well, one of them anyway. You never needed to utter I feel or In my opinion or If ...
Through the Blizzard by Stephen Haines
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Today, you texted him. “Happy birthday!” said the text. He did not respond, and from here on out, you will not speak again.
A month ago, you saw him while you were on a Tinder date with someone else. At least you ...