Fiction
The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man

by Michael Fryd
 
He was startled when he looked up to center his tie and saw nothing: no face, hair, chest, hands, shirt, tie—no George.
Kumm Fer en Gutte Zeit

Kumm Fer en Gutte Zeit

by Catherine Deiley
 
Mid-October wrapped its orange arms around southeast Pennsylvania, and the sweaty hallways of Oley Valley High School, where Cassidy Angstadt waded through the start of her freshman year.
Three in the Morning and You Don’t Smoke Anymore

Three in the Morning and You Don’t Smoke Anymore

by Peter J. Stavros
 
It’s that thing that wakes you at three in the morning, with a gasp and a startle.
The Grief Eater

The Grief Eater

by Deirdre Fagan
 
I read it in the paper, the news about the 87-year-old man who went to bed with a bump on his head and never awoke again.
Wedding Bells

Wedding Bells

by M. Nazar Syed
 
I looked down and saw my hands clenched tighter than they’d ever clenched before. A bead of sweat formed on my temple.
The Math of the Magi

The Math of the Magi

by Steve Myers
 
When I was eleven and in the sixth grade I got into trouble because O. Henry was bad at arithmetic.
Up to Oxnard with Henry Fonda’s Hat

Up to Oxnard with Henry Fonda’s Hat

by J. Edward Kruft
 
Joey didn’t want to come, but I told him he didn’t have a choice because this was our weekend together and this is what I had planned.
On the Edge of Creation

On the Edge of Creation

by Ron Gibson, Jr.
 
For as long as the boy had lived tree men had chased him. Always with nets, clubs and rocks.
Tipsy

Tipsy

by T.E. Cowell
 
Once you start making shopping lists it all goes downhill from there.
Treadmill

Treadmill

by Mike Lee
 
The editor shows me to the door. I enter the hallway realizing I got the job. I was walking on air from the moment I left the elevator.
Living Down South in Josephine’s Mouth

Living Down South in Josephine’s Mouth

by Shannon Ready
 
We are living in Josephine’s mouth. I can feel it. I am pretty sure Josephine put a curse on my mom for dumping her son.
A Certain Strain of Wheat

A Certain Strain of Wheat

by George Drew
 
About ten thousand years ago, in the Mideast, a certain strain of wheat made agriculture possible by crossing with goat grass.
She Gave Him Violence

She Gave Him Violence

by Chris Milam
 
He told her they should slide into it, start with a tender elbow or two, maybe a playful throat punch, a measured build-up to the pain.
Tug Hill

Tug Hill

by R. E Hengsterman
 
There’s a boy, and he does not speak. Dirty blonde and barefoot, he sits cross-legged in space. His arrival is unusual, but I have no fear. So in silence, I wait.
Excerpts From a Police Report on a Famous Actress

Excerpts From a Police Report on a Famous Actress

by Antoine Bargel
 
Had a liaison with Mr. Basilewski, residing at 59, Saint Peter Street, who had been involved with Mrs. Ferrari, to whom he had left a considerable sum.

Sign up for our irregular newsletter and be informed of upcoming contests. You can opt out anytime with the click of a button.

The 2017 Lascaux Prize in Poetry is open for submissions. Winner receives $1000. Winner and all finalists will appear in The 2018 Lascaux Prize Anthology.

   

Visit the contests page for more information. Submissions close 30 September.


submit

Lascaux 250 Lascaux Review Easy Street
Site Map