
Fiction
July Contributors
Nick Black, James Callan, Cristiano Cardone, Benjamin Drevlow, Chad Gayle, Colin Gee, Noah Giles, Casey Jo Graham Welmer, GRSTALT Comms, Doug Henderson, Ian Johnson, Patrick Johnston, Mike Lee, Priyanuj Mazumdar, Thomas M. McDade, Shaun Anthony McMichael, Odin Meadows, Tom Misuraca, Marshall Moore, Joe Nasta, Scott Ortolano, J.B. Polk, Alexei Raymond, Simon Read, Holly Redell-Witte, Karen Schauber, Marcus Silcock, Anthony Neil Smith, Michael Grant Smith, Chrissy Stegman, James Sullivan, and Michael Thériault

the crafty raft
by Thomas M. McDade
“If death were imminent and no confessor near, you could squeeze through the heavenly gates by saying it. I couldn’t recall if any purgatory time was involved.”

western birthrates
by GRSTALT Comms
“A Dressup’s first responsibility is to take the sting out of repossession – it helps to make things less heated if the kids can come and pose for selfies with their favorite characters.”

v-ragies
by Cristiano Cardone
“At that moment, I realized that our metal technology could do nothing anymore. The Bronze Age had long ended, and now the clash with reality gave us the violent backlash of backwardness.”

the guests are here
by Alexei Raymond
“It’s time to sleep; they’ll be here soon. Either them, or a few modest hours of erasure—escape.”

ghosts
by Patty Paine
“‘We're ghosts now,’ she whispered. ‘They can't hurt us if they can't find us.’"

human interests
by Johan Smits
“From within your dark enclosure, you had heard him counting the banknotes…the magic glue that keeps the world together…An ideal god.”

the monster inside
by Tim Hanson
“For one moment, the bully was sitting atop his prey, and the next, something green was gripping his face—a hand, a claw, something with fingers, one of which was sliding effortlessly into the pulpy white mush of the bully’s right eye.”

the lady
by Christopher Hallenbrook
“The Lady carried herself with an effortless old-world elegance that had exited this age a generation or more before she entered it.“

the last supper
by Jayson Carcione
“Soon the Manhattan skyline will be invisible behind a veil of white…His wife places her open palm against the glass of the window. She thinks everything is beautiful in the snow.”

close to me
by Alison L. Fraser
“The stench is emanating from inside Arlo’s locker as we pass it on our way to lunch. I glance towards it, and she notices me.”

going my way
by Kenneth M. Kapp
“Dead and gone. I’m getting colder. No pain though.”

scarecrow
by Robert L. Penick
“Soldiers found him on his back, eyes staring through the broken ceiling at blue sky, as white doves flitted, freely, from rafter to rafter.”

the juggler
by Jacob Wrich
“Over and over, he drops the balls, each time only able to juggle briefly before he drops them. The vultures encompass him in a broad circle, hopping and spreading their wings.”

“go, bearcats!”
by Johnny Byutorie
“‘Holy shit! Did you see that kid kill Joey!? What the actual fuck fire head emoji’
‘It was an accident! They were trying to help; don’t blame the kids, blame whoever installed faulty junk into our school red angry face emoji’
‘Those poor kids must be traumatized angel baby emoji’”

conversations with god
by Mark Daniel Taylor
“The murderer is lost, directionless—he will be looking for guidance…He’s not asking God who to kill next, he’s asking for redemption.”

notes regarding a roundtable discussion
by Joshua David Bellin
“If our practices are guided by rationality and theirs (seemingly) by magic, who can say at what point the former might not have evolved from the latter? Who, indeed, can claim a monopoly on reason?”

minds chase, chances run
by Samantha Szumloz
“After three slaps, specks of blood eject out of his mouth, splattering onto my collarbone. His body goes limp. Alarms blare in every part of me.”

in the name of justice
by Kim Farleigh
“Describing unprovoked attacks as preventive actions constituted “justice,” enabling the powerful to override intra-suburb law…“The bastards do whatever they fucking well like and call it whatever they fucking well want!”

old road 9
by M. G. Mclaughlin
“Her fingers cramped from the frantic pushing of buttons and tapping of light pulses. She rubbed them. She looked down at her hands. Hands that mixed water and cold air like Mother Nature to kill.”

after i got stuck in the record
by Mattia Ravasi
“After I got stuck in the record I crash-landed in a dark, raging ocean. I had no idea where I was, nor how far the water stretched around me.”