*This story was written with the prompt ‘My Hand Remembers’ as part of a series with the local Knife Brothers writing group, who will be releasing a story collection with Suspect Press in 2018 $$$ Your impractical satin sheets were the first sign—or should’ve been—that you were never exclusive. It’s not that you hid your… Continue reading In Possession of a Moral Dilemma by Amanda E.K.
Clemens monitored the parking lot lives of strangers from the comfort of his home office, where he’d spent seven years watching eight stacked security monitors for a Safe & Secure Living company out of Illinois. He worked from home and since he worked from home there was no one to judge what he did… Continue reading Sophelia, Immortalized by Amanda E.K.
Another one was dead. My father, Gerald. Never a vivacious man in life. In my memories, the world danced and skittered around him while he rocked time away in his favorite chair—a chair that will soon be mine and that I’m sitting in now, sipping bourbon—debilitated not by disease or injury, but by the… Continue reading Death Arrangements by Mike Fehrenbacher
We have water, but not much. My daughter takes it straight from the toilet. My husband can’t stay away from the storm drain. It’s dry. It’s getting drier every day. So dry that dinners are different, denatured. Like last night. Last night I made noodles. And by “made,” I mean broke into pieces and… Continue reading Drier Every Day by Rebecca Hannigan
Ms. Waters’ Private Visitor She waits for me after class under the pretext of tutoring. I tutor her in ways not academic. We meet in fragments, strategized portions of time. We sit side by side, inhaling each other’s perfume, pretending to discuss the textbook between us. I study the angles of her face,… Continue reading Creamsicle Lipstick by Amanda E.K.
The fucked-up thing about going back to Touhy Ave is seeing my old man again. Like I’d been in solitary, okay? And then I was stuck too fucking long inside the psycho ward. Like I didn’t have a number to kill. I just had to stay there until the doctor let me go. Sure,… Continue reading Touhy Avenue Motors by Jim Salvator
The Island Writing isn’t sexy. Some people may consider being a writer sexy, but no one ever voyeuristically peered onto a person lost in the act of typing and thought: Break me off a piece of that! Johnny Depp may have made writing look interesting when he played Hunter Thompson in Fear and Loathing… Continue reading Carnality 2: Sebastian Phoenix and the Dark Star (Chap 1) by Josiah Hesse
He felt their nearness, layers-deep, that rippling quiver of lust for his city’s tower cranes—those dominant, erect structures that he’d loved since he was a boy. There were exactly twenty-three tower cranes spanning the downtown skyline where JC Rollins worked. A new one went up last week, and he was eager to pay it a… Continue reading The Man Who Loved a Lamp by Amanda E.K.
For the last two years, four months and three days, Eileen had kept a thought buried in the back of her mind. It started as as a murmur, then graduated to a whisper. Now it spoke in nagging tones, and Eileen had to confront it or surrender to anger and depression. The notion was this:… Continue reading Eileen of Character by Brian Polk
The boiler room was loud. It chugged. It hissed. Its pipes slithered out beneath the school like the tentacles of a giant beast, sending blistering hot water to ancient radiators. Willard examined the boilers, checking the ph and pressure levels. There were consequences when the boilers were neglected. Steam condensed on pipes, dripping on Willard… Continue reading Boilers by Amanda E.K.