Fiction
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.
Archangels

Archangels

by Anne Anthony
 
Michael stretches through the doorway, no apology on his face. He reeks of bourbon, cigarettes, and wet dog. He’s kept his hair long the way his Mama liked it.
Loma Prieta Blues

Loma Prieta Blues

by Nicolas Poynter
 
Then the glasses started rattling around. Everyone must have noticed because we were all looking at one another. Milton spread his arms out and grabbed the bar as if somebody was trying to drag him off against his will.
Whatever Happened to Freddie?

Whatever Happened to Freddie?

by Mark Jenkins
 
I won’t lie, the first time I laid eyes on Freddie, squirming his way into the D-mark pit at the Merc, I hated him, even more than most new locals.
The Six Times That Alan Krieger Cried

The Six Times That Alan Krieger Cried

by Les Bohem
 
Alan Krieger had aura of success around him like a luminescent cloud. Slowly that cloud began to darken, and today he was fired.
Smoke Rings

Smoke Rings

by James Mulhern
 
Just as we were about to step onto the icy sidewalk, Nonna nudged my arm away and opened the door of Revere Savings Bank. She slipped and her wig flew into a snowbank.
Honeymoon

Honeymoon

by Hamdy Elgammal
 
The boy and the girl sat on the edge of the highway, their backs against a wall fifty miles out of Sacramento.

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