Fiction

Interview with Mr. Freddy Hindley

Lorelei Ricci’s first impression of the murderer across from her was Christ, he got fucked up. The giant, red-haired man was handcuffed to his metal chair, staring blankly across the interview table. His face was covered in dark, purple bruises, and his nose was horribly crooked. Looking closer, Lorelei thought she could see the start of a black eye. She wondered if, during their struggle, the victims had inflicted these wounds on him in self-defense. To say that Lorelei

Fiction

Maggie Levins

Nov 308 min read

Interview with Mr. Freddy Hindley

Maggie Levins

Nov 30

When Love Became a Cage

Paige Williams

Nov 30

Two Poems

Killian Finn Paris

Nov 30

Interview with Mr. Freddy Hindley

Lorelei Ricci’s first impression of the murderer across from her was Christ, he got fucked up. The giant, red-haired man was handcuffed to his metal chair, staring blankly across the interview table. His face was covered in dark, purple bruises, and his nose was horribly crooked. Looking closer, Lorelei thought she could see the start of a black eye. She wondered if, during their struggle, the victims had inflicted these wounds on him in self-defense. To say that Lorelei

FICTION

Maggie Levins

Nov 308 min read

The Garden

Over the hill, Jack’s home sits quiet and still, the garden kept away in the back. The peppers grow fruitful, and tomatoes abundant. Jack heads to the backyard with coffee in hand to see his yield. The garden kept him and his wife Mary sustained. He sees a tomato as red as her lips once were, and kneels down to pluck it off the vine. He admires the seemingly perfect fruit and rubs the dirt off on his shirt. As he gets up, Jack notices the plant below has the tiniest bite take

FICTION

Allison M. Bumpus

Nov 305 min read

Blind Buck

David Buck did not want to be a gym teacher. He never quite understood the appeal of sports. Too loud, too smelly, and overall too dangerous for his tastes. He preferred the quiet of the school's art studio with a cup of iced tea in one hand and a pencil in the other. Principal Juno knew this. She also knew that Ms. Warren could not teach gym class after being mauled by wild animals, no matter how much Ms. Warren insisted she could. So now David Buck was a gym teacher,

FICTION

Lauren Von Elm

Nov 304 min read

Something Unfinished

“This shouldn’t be so hard!” I said aloud to myself, my voice teeming with frustration, and then immediately laughed at myself, because of course it should. Of course it should be so hard. I looked around myself at the mess I’d made. There was flour on every surface—the counter, the floor, my clothing, somehow even the ceiling. There was a pile of gloopy, disgusting looking, room-temperature butter on my cutting board. “God damn it,” I whispered. The pie was my therapis

FICTION

Darby Wilson

Nov 307 min read