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Magic Time Machine Sex Machine by Sarah Sorensen
So, you win the lotto, science evolves, and some other supernatural shit happens and you score a magic time machine sex machine. This thing looks like hamster tubing, or some kinda Marty McFly vehicular thing. It looks like Keanu Reeves in a phone booth or a sparkly door. Doesn’t matter. Don’t care. Neither will you. Know what you care about? This
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Rooftop by T.F. Rhoden
The Nigerian study-abroad student sat facing her laptop, somewhat hypnotized by the cursor’s blinking metronome. Beginning an essay was always the most difficult step, she thought. Outside her shared dorm room, down the hallway, a coed screamed playfully. Nkoyo turned away from the blank document toward
Bulbs by Leah Kaminsky
Since the car crash, Lisa’s love life had cycled in strict monthly units. They strung together like cheap Christmas lights on cinder block dorm walls: all that blinking and buzzing, all that petering out. "bumble star blows a
Ghosts Aren’t Real by Eric Mitchel Brown
He heard a shifting above his head. A settling in the ceiling. More of a shove, really, laced with the sound of a dragging cord. Like a knotted rope being pulled from a main hull. He paused and waited, hearing only his breath. The house had been empty for over a year before he got there. Just two days
American Desire by Jekwu Anyaegbuna
Okwuchukwu is going to America. He doesn’t even know what he’s going there to do, but he’s going. He knows he won’t be idle. His mother has been there since 2001, babysitting and sending dollars back home. If an old woman like her can make so much money, then a young man like him can soar like
Harry Tristano by Eleanor Swanson
Harry Tristano hears the snow melting at night. It wakes him from a sound sleep. He hears slabs of snow slide toward him “like death.” When the snow begins to melt the slush rises in his pipes… to drown him. “You have a keen sense of hearing Harry.” “I’ve followed you down many a dark
Breakfast by Kenneth Weene
Salvatore had never eaten breakfast. “A cup of black joe and off I go,” he had said more than once to his beloved Kathleen. And Sal was true to his word; he’d slurp down the hottest, muddiest cup of coffee he could make and charge out into the world where dealing and wheedling awaited. Sal
Intervention by Austin Hall
The guy whom we’re about to fight is a little taller than my friend and I, with a black t-shirt on, ripped jeans. He’s walking to his apartment, where we’ve seen him walk in before, back when we noticed his transgressions. His girlfriend isn’t here, a sexy stick figure with long
Small Men Have Trouble by Joseph Giordano
Jack Donnelly had too many gray hairs to pull out, and his love handles bulged around his BVDs like chrome car bumpers. Twenty-five-year-olds looked fifteen, and low testosterone and erectile dysfunction ads made him squirm. Movies and TV bombarded him with men having their way with scads of desirable,
Moving Day by Aaron Kreuter
“Try him again,” Maya says. I nod my head and take the phone out of my pocket. It rings five times before the voicemail picks up. “This phone call may be recorded for the purposes of my own personal enjoyment.” Beep. I take a breath. “Hey Daniel, it’s Miller again. Where are you? You
