Dec 8, 2020 | All Fiction, Issue 2, Issue 2 Fiction
They’re burning witches tonight. The local news channel runs a special segment on it. Greg Gallagher, the local anchorman with hair a little too stiff and a smile far too forced, narrates a touching piece on the strength of the community while he walks around the...
Dec 8, 2020 | All Fiction, Issue 2, Issue 2 Fiction
“Holy shit.” I whip my head in the direction of the shout and see my Grandma on all fours, a puff of grey barely poking out from under the yellow sun hat she’s sporting. Her face, covered in two inches of soot, gives her raisin skin an airbrushed look. From a distance...
Dec 8, 2020 | All Fiction, Issue 2, Issue 2 Fiction
Its umbilical cord was still attached. Iron, the smell of red, reeked off of it as drops of blood splattered onto the tiles. Charlie rushed the baby inside. He shouted for someone to get a doctor and began pulling off taffy wrappers, cigarette buds, and other trash...
May 1, 2020 | All Fiction, Issue 1, Issue 1 Fiction
The Dinner Bucket was Scranton’s biggest eyesore. Linard Cooper first founded the original diner by selling his wife’s car, a 1984 Toyota Pickup, and renovating the old dollar store next to the Valero Station on 5th Street. It did well enough during its grand opening,...
May 1, 2020 | All Fiction, Issue 1, Issue 1 Fiction
In the beginning, there were three or so little fat green things contorted on the small branch of dill my mother brought in from the garden. I only saw because she motioned me fervently with her free hand like she was afraid noise might cause the grubs to fright, stir...
May 1, 2020 | All Fiction, Issue 1, Issue 1 Fiction
Three scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream melted in a bowl on the closed toilet seat. A spoonful melted in my mouth, the chunks of chocolate filling the dips of my molars. I let it rest there until I could no longer taste the mint. Dolly sniffed at the bathroom...
