by Chris ClearyKelly Pike awakes to the scent of his lemon drops. Lemon drops and pot. He insisted on bringing out the bong the night before, even though she told him it was unnecessary.
by Daniel UncapherHe arrived from the East with plenty to lose. Boomtown rascals took a shine to him real quick, coolly eyed.
by Elizabeth BrowneFor weeks now, Martine has wondered how she ended up this way. One day her left hand held the bar on the Skytrain. Now, her wrist has grown a ring of blonde hair, and out of that comes the hoof, gray and waxy.
by Manne GreenJackie had gotten it into his head that his new neighbor might have kids the same age as him that he could become best friends with.
by James HartmanThe park is close to the chaos of Michigan’s largest shopping outlets, and I guess I chose this park for its proximity to this chaos.
by Tommy DeanEven CNN was reporting the end of the world. There were rules, and we were about to break them.
by Matt Forsythe“Look at the bright side,” my sister told me. “You’ll always be famous.”
by Alec OsthoffYou call the drink a Tom Collins. It makes you more alert to the thin black arm hairs of the man you’re talking to. He’s a spoken word poet—Shelly introduced you, and you haven’t had sex since last spring semester.
by Michael WadeHis cramped right foot hurts. From holding the pedal way down where it’s never been before. He can’t let it up. He can’t let it up because if he does it means he believes this has happened.
by Mary K. HawleyFor more than twenty years the Langs and the Turners lived side by side in wood-frame Victorians separated by the Turners’ narrow driveway, each house a mirrored replica of the other with a wide front porch and bay windows.
by Danielle HolmesThe library’s Saturday morning storytime was cancelled due to poor attendance. The staff had tried everything to keep it afloat.
by Andrew HoganWorld Federation for Wrestling Slapdown Host Don Deleterious’s June 3, 2004 On-Air Interview with Francisco Grajilla, Professional Wrestling’s Hottest New Superstar.
by Meg RiveraHe opened the door at her first quiet knock. A smile split his face. He pulled her into his embrace, shutting the door with the toe of his boot.
by Cathy UlrichHer baby will be born fire; her baby will burn. She feels it, feverish during the pregnancy, exhaling smoke from her mouth.