The Sound of Carcasses Dropping

by Cory Latarski

Originally published on February 1, 2012

Harry threw a nearly bare hind leg in the trash. Stan threw a leg in as well.

Mental Health

by Peter Clarke

Originally published on February 1, 2012

One day an eighteen-year-old girl slept in past noon.

New Mexico

by Kyle Loera

Originally published on January 1, 2012

He does this easy. Calm. He takes a minute to let the jitters pass. Crosses his arms. Stands up straight. Slow, deep breaths.

Middling

by Thomas Andes

Originally published on December 1, 2011

“Who’s ready for dessert?” she calls as she barges through the saloon doors with five glasses on a tray, oblivious to the scarlet flush that tips her daughter’s ears.

General’s Burial

by Aaron Voyles

Originally published on October 1, 2011

The town pleaded with the Lord, but the sand began to take their towers. One story at a time, the towers sank into the ground. No one knew why.

Confirmation

by Jules Riley

Originally published on September 1, 2011

Across the boulevard there were still old buildings. An elderly woman appeared and threw a bucket of steaming water at the pavement. He crossed the boulevard and realized she was scrubbing excrement.

Sundays

by Subhadra Eberly

Originally published on August 1, 2011

I never run on release; I duck and cover. This is how I was taught to handle emergency situations like earthquakes and nuclear attacks in elementary school.

Tadpole

by Jennifer Blood

Originally published on August 1, 2011

It wasn’t ‘til late that night after he got hit that I decided on bringing Sidney back to life. I’d been playing around with the idea my whole life – cutting worms into two pieces and watching them wriggle on both ends like a magic trick God come up with just for me.

Burglary

by Mary Jones

Originally published on July 1, 2011

She went back to the bedroom where the man was still in the bed. She told him she was ready to go now, and then she folded him up neatly and put him into the bag too.

Africa, By Now

by Jesse Czelusta

Originally published on July 1, 2011

Had she no memory of machetes and warlords, of petty thieves with missing arms, Rhoda would not have understood the meaning of the question, “Short sleeves or long sleeves?”