Prose

    Short Story

    What Blood

    Martin Fulmer·
    Mr. Chuck Stonehill walked over from next door and told me he found a tackle-box, a bullet, and a rubber by the picnic table in the backyard under the palm tree between our rusting beach trailers.
    Nonfiction

    Schnozzle

    Linda Buckmaster·
    I was so innocent that my first thought was he didn’t know he was exposed. But the way he was staring at me so fixedly soon made me realize it was on purpose.
    ExcerptsFiction

    An Excerpt from Radio Dark

    Shane Hinton·
    The streets of Memphis’ town had been orange groves when he was a boy. He remembered as, one by one, the groves were bulldozed to make room for neighborhoods, for the people from up north, finally tired of the long winters, to settle into their respiratory diseases and neurological disorders.
    Nonfiction

    Lonely Boy Fights

    Iljeen Jo·
    The ending to my story in Orlando flickers. I thought I knew how the story would end when I first set out to write this series. The scene would be framed at the Orlando International Airport...
    Nonfiction

    Lonely Boy Dates

    Iljeen Jo·
    If I like her and she likes me, we run the gauntlet: Wally’s, Lil Indies, Tako Cheena, and then a fifty percent chance of never seeing each other again...
    Nonfiction

    Lonely Boy Dances

    Iljeen Jo·
    At Lil Indies, a hipster bar, it doesn’t seem like many people are getting into the music. People pause conversation and look at the empty dance floor like someone left on the TV. So I decide to get wasted out of my mind until I believe in myself...