“How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself?”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
I am a sick man. Fractured. You may wonder how I ended up on the roof, standing with my ...
Underground by Tariq al Haydar
Fiction, LAR Online
THE GIRL HEARS A HAMMERING AT THE DOOR. ARE THOSE COPS, HER MOMMA
SAYS JUST BEFORE THE GIRL MOVES TOWARDS THE SOUND.
Two fists pound, again, just before the girl opens the door.
Two cops tower ...
a Piece by Vanessa Saunders
Fiction, LAR Online
There was no beauty in the scene in front of Edna. She held a baby in her right arm; the left sagged empty with missing weight of a second. A ripe and bitter aura had come alive right when the babies were born; one blue ...
Tandem by Jamie Kahn
Fiction, LAR Online
I disappeared from the ranch in the summer, but every day was summer on the ranch.
Townspeople called it Manure Ranch, because the stench of cow shit made everyone in the commune stink. We really called ourselves ...
Cherry Picker by Shyla Jones
Fiction, LAR Online
I was at Tricky Rick’s house after school because my mom had a PTA meeting. While Tricky Rick’s mom took a bath, we poked around her closet and found a big box from Girl Scout cookies that didn’t hold Girl Scout ...
Tricky Rick by Michael Czyzniejewski
Fiction, LAR Online
María de la Tierra Sagrada is a dirty town. Not because of pollution, occasional political scandals or a slightly sullied history, but because of the dark red soil that holds its people here. The holy dirt gets under ...
A Ride to the Airport by Eve West Bessier
Fiction, LAR Online
On the morning of Rosie’s thirty-fifth birthday, Suresh conceded that his wife was an imposter. He suspected that his Rosie must have only recently been replaced by this Rosie, since up to a few weeks ago his wife ...
The Not So Liberating Art of Sussing Out A Fraud by Rajiv Ramkhalawan
Fiction, LAR Online
Fall had dropped on the Low Country, pounced, like it had been watching us from a distance and decided the time was right. Just as it caught, it retracted its claws, and the heat swelled again, leaving a heavy layer of ...
Shake the Witches by C.H. Hooks
Fiction, LAR Online
Every day of the trip it stormed. We were supposed to be learning about the geology of Tampa Bay. Instead, the first afternoon we thirteen waited out the rain under a rubberized tarp. Most of us were young professionals, ...
A Hundred Ways to Die by David Lerner Schwartz
Fiction, LAR Online
