Fiction

“Ernest Hemingway has balls,” by Samuel Dodson

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

It was a cold night and dark and I was sitting alone when I remembered I am a man with balls. I have balls and there is some hair on my balls. Sometimes women have touched them and sometimes I touch them myself; but the main thing to remember is that I am a man with balls.



“Winging It,” by Virginia Revel

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

“My husband is a great collector,” said Kit, stirring her drink with one fingertip and smiling up at the CEO.



“The Beardist,” by Joshua Sampson

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

“Does it look okay?” I asked my girlfriend as I examined a large billboard advertisement across the street from our car that prominently displayed a new beard balm. She wasn’t paying attention really, as she flipped through Reddit and Facebook in an amorphous blur, like she was simultaneously fact-checking statements made by politicos on either media platform. She wasn’t. She was verifying whether the latest celebrity belly photo indicated a baby bump or too much ice cream. Meanwhile, I was looking at the advertisement and then back at my own face in the sun visor mirror. She knew I wasn’t asking about the beaming gentleman on the advertisement.



“Portculia,” by Daniel Deisinger

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

“We journeyed through the forest of the frenzied fists,” Armella said. She had her hands on her hips, frowning. “I got punched in the eye by a maple.”



“No One Cares That You Studied in 1952,” by Michael Augustine Dondero

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

Gabe’s been super annoying ever since he got back from studying in 1952. Just the worst.