by Mia Dalia
Of all the many nuisances the Laurel Hill Cemetery’s ghouls have had to cope with over the years—and there had been many, from population booms and busts and the industrial revolution to gentrification, community tree planting projects, vandals, loud mourners, goths, Halloween junkies, junkies in general, etc., etc.—nothing irked them quite as much as hipsters.
Read Moreby Trynne Delaney
While I lay in bed for the seventh day, only rising to shit and piss, eat, drink, and attend to the very most essential animal functions, I became aware of the mirror. It was my ex’s idea to install it there, an obelisk of a thing that took up half the wall, where we could see ourselves on the bed.
Read Moreby Randal Eldon Greene
Lucy hugs me close. I am Lucy’s favourite friend. We go everywhere together. She takes me to the store, I attend church with her, and we love to go to parties together. Parties are our favourite.
Read Moreby Cora Lewis
The first summer after college, I worked as a hostess in a restaurant. The place was open to the street at night, and—as with every place open to the street—rats would run in from trash-laden sidewalks, darting towards the kitchen with its smells.
Read Moreby Matthew Wood
Jared Dean was completely fucked. It was way past curfew, and he was high out of his mind. He was more stoned than he’d ever been in his life. Every time he looked up at a streetlight, or a car drove by, there were smeary trails behind them, and he could not stop giggling. He was alone.
Read Moreby Ann Zhang
There were no couples in Lottie’s Bridal, only my sister and I and, on the opposite side of the rack, a group of teenage girls petting a flowery tulle dress. A blonde girl who laughed louder than her friends snatched the hanger and held it against her neck.
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