Slim jim and mini whisky bagged, the buzzing fluorescence of 7-11 numbs me. A two-faced sign labels the outside world CLOSED. I believe it.

Daniel Galef has sunken to shameful déps.

My mother died one morning in bed when I was ten. What I want to know, after all these years, is whether my father slept there that night.

David Galef is a work in progress.

At the textile mill she marveled as a bobbin spun so fast it blurred into a fuzzy, ghostly ball. Her two ancient sisters looked on uneasily.

Daniel Galef spinnt doch.

January is the month of Galef, featuring stories from son and father Daniel and David Galef.

Christmas Eve was the night Santa didn’t come. I mean, he didn’t come every night, but Christmas Eve was the night it mattered.

R. Gatwood’s fiction has appeared in Apex Magazine and Wigleaf, as well as on Twitter (@iwantanewhead).


Sometimes building this time machine seems futile. Why would younger me listen to me when I didn’t listen to that old man when I was young?

Philip Simondet is an improviser, a musician, a podcaster, and a writer and he still doesn’t like himself. 

Do you remember that great day when we walked on the beach, holding hands, talking, smiling? That’s when I saw her for the first time.

Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.  

You exclude more than you include. That’s the way it is with new starts. You live in the ark you built, even if you hear screaming outside.

Chris Bullard is a retired judge who lives in Philadelphia, PA. Main Street Rag published his poetry chapbook, Florida Man, this year.

Their fortune fell, so they had only one estate, two servants, and one carriage. They lived happily ever after, without trouble. The end.

Sean Vivier is a web app developer in real life.

They had forgotten to invite the last fairy. So she took her revenge, and she gave the princess the blessing of an interesting story.

Sean Vivier is a web app developer in real life.