Fake Nonfiction

“Codicil of My Ill Will,” by Melanie Chartoff

Nov 23rd, 2022 | By

Being of sound mind and ill will, I, Karen Miller-Strauss, execute this document dated March 19, 2022, to replace all prior wills and codicils from me or my beloved late husband, Arthur Strauss for whom I am next of kin, a blood relative, having given blood to sustain him during his final surgery. Disbursements will be reduced by the line item amounts for reasons stated.



The Syllabus, Sisyphus and Us,” by Robert Zaretsky

Nov 16th, 2022 | By

Class Requirements: Black turtleneck. Hair pomade. Pack of Gauloises (or, in a pinch, Camel non-filters). Espresso-stained copy of Être et rien (and you will regette rien by rrroolling those r’s). 



“‘The Party Invite’ Rocks The New Mom Text Theatre Movement and Gives Audience Members a (Mostly) Rollicking Good Time,” by Liz Lydic

Oct 26th, 2022 | By

When the universe alters to another dimension and cell phones are a relic of the past, the way cave writing once was for our ancestors, future spawnings will perhaps find solace and respite in the stories from our technological generation, and there’s nothing more ‘generational’ than that of a parent connecting with their children in the digital space.



“How to Write a Perfect Short Story,” by Tyler Plofker

Sep 21st, 2022 | By

1. Go into the woods and find a tree that’s been growing for a bit, but not too long, but still for a while.

2. Rub a pencil on the bark of the tee.

3. Make yourself cry green tears and fill them with the bark.



“All Applicants Considered,” by J. Mira Emory

Aug 24th, 2022 | By

Full disclosure, I am not the devil. I cannot damn you soul nor make Faustian bargains. Rather I am a simple warlock of humble means who is in need of a man’s soul for various occult purposes.