That was the summer she held onto her youth, spending most nights entertaining innocent experiences like getting donuts at midnight, dancing in glass elevators to the 14th floor, or going out to play at the park before dawn if only because she had stayed up so late... Read More
None of us were sure if it was because it was an unusually wet winter that year followed by a string of extreme warm spring days, or if it was just something that happened every couple of years like clockwork... Read more...
Dear Dead Woman,
You were nowhere last night. After I finished with the boy from the gas station and kicked him to the curb I took two Ambiens and a shot of good Kentucky bourbon and waited for you in the bathtub until the world was split in two...
New Fiction by Theresa Rose
It was during a Rodeo in Torrington that I learned something I’m pretty
sure nobody will believe. It’s a little known fact that there are places
in Wyoming where you can get a bad steak.
Now don’t everybody fall over backwards but it actually did happen to me. Read More...
New Fiction by Becky Cirkovic
“Shit…oh shit.” Julie thought to herself as she heard the sweet cheery voice she had prayed she would never hear again.
“Honey we have a problem,” Julie called out to her husband.
“What is it?” He replied.
“My cousin, Debra is in town,” Julie said.
New fiction by Becky Cirkovic
Even before getting out of bed Sandra rang up her friend, Donna. When Donna answered, Sandra blurted out. “Are night sweats forever?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“You know what else children don’t know?”
“What, that you can have pimples into your fifties?” replied Sandra.
New fiction by Michael Holz.
A bright yellow Caprice Classic cut off a rusted moving van and swerved over to Sixteenth and Pine, clipping the curb with its front right tire. Dirty rainwater from the gutters splashed onto the sidewalk.
“Finally,” the man said as he opened the cab’s door and ducked inside. He folded up his umbrella and closed the door. “I’ve been hailing a cab for ten minutes already.” Read More...
New non-fiction by Wanda Wong. Enjoy her funny, yet poignant take on her life and the world we live in.
I was in second grade the first time I fell in love roller skating. Pam would take me to Skateland South, the rink her parents owned. She was a waitress at my dad’s restaurant and a “good girl,” according to Mama.
New fiction by Fort Collins' writer Sam Collins
“What time is it?” Tanis asked. She looked around Jack’s workshop, a former two-car garage in Jack’s backyard, cluttered with the telltale debris of Jack in his inventing groove.
“It’s a quarter past eight,” Jack replied. The morning sunlight cut a swath through the dusty air, seeming to deliberately spotlight Jack and his newest endeavor... Read More...
Enjoy new short-fiction by Jim Latham.
Three of us—my mom, my brother, and I—stood in a tight group, our bowed heads bunched together around the hospital bed. Behind us, a cluster of worn machines leaned against the wall looking more like props from a science-fiction movie than medical equipment. A doctor walked in, his eyes wide behind expensive glasses. Unlike the machines, he seemed to me, too new to be of any use. Read more...
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