Fiction

New Existence

September 7, 2008

She pervades all things. 1918 was the best of all creatures. You fear possible negative public feeling against them, and you cannot now retain my attention. Besides learned men from his meditation days, by asking of the north, she held him over a vat, a very large party with death. Know me who I am: […]

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Where is the Enchilada of Death?

June 21, 2008

by Jen Burke Anderson Stomach flu. Days of lying on your back at the mercy of mutant molecules coiling viciously up your brain tubes, of your neurons unlinking and firing randomly into the air like Cossacks at a village wedding. The unending suspicion that the floor keeps moving to some other place. Days of training […]

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To Broil a Horse

June 21, 2008

Title and theme went on and on: old Ralph Rinkelmann and his innumerable rubber trees in the center of a basin. And wringing from them the juice of a lemon. To broil a horse. It closed around him. Here and there, for five minutes, tender boil’d, thick, with a little milk. The major general served […]

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With Virgil

December 24, 2007

By Josh Mulholland Behind the polyglas the sky was orange over the city.  The white towers were tall and thin, with minaret tops.  Just like the snow asparagus FourMother cloned in the agrovat, Lewis thought.  Funny he’d never noticed the resemblance before. Turning from the window, Lewis moved to the low table beside the bed, […]

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Perfect Day

July 7, 2007

By Adam Myers My good friend Marianne once asked me, “What is your definition of a perfect day?” She was flipping through one of those women’s magazines, reading the questions of some quiz out loud. Kicked back on the couch, her bare feet dangling from the edge, me cross-legged on the floor. It was one […]

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