Stories from
June, 2013

The vodka tasted watery. She worried.

Bruce Harris enjoys relaxing with a Marxman.

The first time I overdosed, I saw God. Every time since, I have seen only blackness. I must find him.

Robert Holt is a writer of dark fiction.

Feasting in a well at the end of time, it wonders why this world discarded wishes into crumbling holes and abandoned them.

Matthew Bowers has learned that the quality of his writing is inversely correlated to his professional ambition.

Jesus gets thirsty too, but keep your pants zipped. That’s what Bill would say, but he never lied about Adam being his, either.

Amy McNamara does various things with words in Seattle.