Nanoism

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Nano — Fri, 18 May 2012 18:00:40 +0000

I had to sneak my hand on the small of Marie’s back like a SEAL team. Two more drinks and she would have been your mother instead.

J. Bradley lives at iheartfailure.net.

Nano — Thu, 17 May 2012 03:55:03 +0000

By the top of the third, Dad was already at the bottom of his fifth. Our team won, but we didn’t celebrate.

Philip Simondet wrote this just for you. Thank him at http://youtube.com/PhilipSimondet

Nano — Mon, 14 May 2012 18:00:07 +0000

He left. But she still looked for his lanky form. Or one like it. She knew losses get replaced. She knew she’d love a copy just as much.

Chuck Von Nordheim lives in Dayton, OH, by a river.

Nano — Wed, 09 May 2012 18:00:57 +0000

“I can’t do this anymore,” she says. “I want a divorce.”
“I understand,” I reply through the bars.

Lindsay Kitson writes Dieselpunk out of Winnipeg and blogs.

Nano — Mon, 07 May 2012 18:00:54 +0000

Tommy held the E-meter with feigned curiosity. “For science,” he said. His auditor didn’t like that. “For Scientology,” he corrected.

Kyle Jaeger is a writer in Hollywood.

Nano — Fri, 04 May 2012 18:00:07 +0000

When she found her tea later, it was not only cold; a tiny paper boat—what used to be the grocery list—was soggily capsizing.

Nina Nesseth plays the ukulele.

Nano — Wed, 02 May 2012 18:00:51 +0000

Craig was used to being disappointed, as he had told the paramedic only moments ago. The light at the end of the tunnel was lit by flames.

Sam Kearns will dance, sing and handstand for money, though he isn’t any good at all three.

Nano — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 18:00:03 +0000

As the kitchen curtains ignite, the man in the living room types “smelling smoke” and skims a list. Seizure. Stroke. Tumor. Sinus infection.

R. Gatwood is concise.

Nano — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 18:00:49 +0000

The scent of carpet was so reminiscent of Dr. Li’s waiting room that, in remembering my frequent visits, I almost forgot I was dead.

Lau Lioi lives in New Jersey. She is Argentine, not Asian. She studies architecture and reads like it’s her job. If only it were.

Nano — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 18:00:17 +0000

With closed eyes, she sat on. All would change to dull reality if they opened, so she put his hookah into her mouth and began smoking again.

Chad Greene teaches children’s literature.