We pushed an air conditioner strapped to a metal dolly all the way uptown. We opened two bottles of beer by the window, sat cross-legged on an unfolded yoga mat, tapped the cold tips together …
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Things We Fed to the Sinkhole
It was April or May when the earth opened up to swallow part of Canal Street, and we decided to celebrate. Lou Ellen Beaumont was walking her dog very early in the morning when it…
24 Hour Submission Window Open
24 Hour Submission Window OPEN NOW! All genres, < 1,000 words This round, we’re not asking you to write toward a particular theme. We want to see what you’ve written lately. What problems, thoughts, or…
Bon Appétit
The door swings open slamming against the cement wall. Two guards stand at the opening. They do not cross the threshold; instead they peer in as if into the mouth of a cave. Perhaps they…