Fiction
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.
My One True Talent

My One True Talent

by Jill Jepson
 
She was cool as ice cream, and twice as smooth. She’d done this a thousand times. Me, a couple hundred.
Purgation

Purgation

by Thomas Elson
 
Two days after Walter T. Andrews received his prognosis, he sat with his second wife, Shirley, and detailed for the first time both his lymphatic cancer and the extent of his estate.
Boots

Boots

by DC Diamondopolous
 
Army Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention holding a stack of boxes, her unwashed black hair slicked back in a ponytail and knotted military style.
The First Day of Christmas

The First Day of Christmas

by Samantha Memi
 
15-year-old Mary, pregnant by the spirit of God, wearily makes her way through the streets of Bethlehem with her 160-year-old husband, Joseph. “Oh Joe,” she pleads, “I can’t go on. I’m fair done in.”
Well-Coiffed Mullet

Well-Coiffed Mullet

by Tom Mahony
 
The red light felt endless. I flipped through the radio dial—sick of the same old stuff—and paused at a soft hits station. It blared some power ballad from the 80’s.

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