The prick made her wince. Pushpin. Husband. All the same.
Greg Hill is an experimental poet, a flash fiction writer, and an adjunct professor of English in West Hartford, Connecticut. His work has appeared in Six Sentences, The Writing Disorder, …
Alfred liked eating cherry pie more than any other food. Or candy. He had eaten a generous slice of cherry pie on special days ever since Madalyn Murray O’Hair and two family members were killed and dismembered in 1995.
Alfred …
Cheese meets Burger. They embrace each other. An instant romance.
Hannah Retallick is from Anglesey, North Wales. She was home educated and then studied Creative Writing with the Open University. She was shortlisted in the Writing Awards at the Scottish …
My reading adventures began in 1968, that scathingly abrasive year when Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert Kennedy died at the hands of deluded men. On the ninth of June, I was unceremoniously tossed from a rural town into the …
“I have no idea what to get him,” Kayla moaned while checking the stationary cabinet. She noted that they were out of scissors and wondered when the last time was she saw someone in the office actually use a pair. …
When I was ten years old, my mother told me about periods. I had never heard anything so earth-shattering in my life, except maybe when my grandmother died.
Back then, we never even discussed pees or poops unless absolutely necessary, …
The sun slipped into a slot between two mountains. A man on horseback was silhouetted against the granular sky. Shoulders slumped beneath his poncho, he rested his crossed hands loosely over the saddle horn and scanned the thousand or more …
Twenty years ago, when my parents were divorced but dating again, they bought property together—where my dad’s business, a photoshop now sits—that is currently the source of a lawsuit between them. Both of my parents would like, and have tried, …
On this day of whatever, of the year I cannot remember, I spent the waning hours of sunlight cooking on an open grill outside my shanty three rows away from the river’s edge.
Bunbun strips roasted on the cast iron …