by Karley de la Filth “Oh my God, Mags! Why doesn’t anyone know this?” Frankie yelled from inside the dumpster. It was pitch black outside, somewhere between midnight and morning. The a.m. before the sunrise. Maggie sat in the passenger seat of her new boyfriend’s car, her legs hanging out the open door. She had …
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Aug 15
Dear Dr Catfish
from the desk of Dr Catfish McDaris Dear Dr Catfish, Just to piss off my little sister, I shoved her Barbie doll up my ass. I couldn’t get it out, finally I told my dad. He laughed so hard he passed out. My mom called an ambulance for both of us. My asshole seems stretched …
Aug 15
Upon Summary Dismissal from the Faculty of a Tenth-Rate “University” in the Frozen Industrial Manchurian Wastes
by Tom Bradley Dear Dean Dung: Short of injuring my large person, there’s nothing bad China can do to me. Your country is impotent in terms of psychological retribution. You probably think that, as a result of this deportation you’ve so shiftily arranged for me, I’ll have to go home in shame to ostracism and …
Aug 15
Norman – Return to Saltley Gate
by Nick Gerrard When I was a younger man, myself and a group of friends lived in South Birmingham. We shared old run down Victorian houses, rented out as bedsits. They were cheap, which is just as well, as we had no paid work as such. The factories had all been closed down, but we …
Aug 15
Rick and the Chick
by Luis Rivas Albert knocked and no one answered but he heard noise so he knocked again and then heard, “GET FUCKED — NO ONE’S HOME.” He turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open. Rick was sprawled out on the living room couch, drunk as shit, playing with a very big pocket knife, …
Aug 15
A Girl & Her Puppet
by Brian Fugett The room is small and sparsely furnished: four walls, a window, and a bed. Moonlight filters through the crack in the curtains, casting a blue glow across the bed. The rest of the room is dark. Black dark. The GIRL is tangled in the sheets on the bed. Sweaty. Restless. Pinned down …
Aug 15
An Inappropriate Query
by Pantifesto To Whom it May Concern at this PUblication regarding my writing that i’m still thinking about what i want to write before submitting: Hi! My name is irrelevant but i know you are going to love my work! : ) My mom tells me my writing is like what would happen if Erma …
Jul 29
Sonata of a Sunday Afternoon
Waiting on the six-string orchestra of the gods, waiting on the tiny cat to growl, waiting on yesterday to become tomorrow, waiting on the vacant stars to fall from the sky, waiting on the 4am lay, waiting on the children to start playing again, waiting on the people to let go of advancement—and advance themselves, …
Jul 20
The Code
The internet’s our last bastion of freedom; take that away & we have nothing, or next to it. Tax it! Tariff it! Keep it for yourself if that’s what your god tells you to do. Spit on everything else. But, we’ll find another. Oh, yes. Matter of fact, we’re riding the thermals of alternate means …
Jul 17
Daniel
Daniel came to school that Monday morning with his head shaved and a rats tail at the back which he had peroxided blonde, it looked more orange than blonde– all day that day the other boys teased him, we were in grade 4 and they called him a fag and a sissy and kept pushing …