THE SWEET LIFE • by Aidan Doyle
The extra-large jar of honey in the staff kitchen was Toru’s first hint of the coming of the bears. The next day, three of his co-workers were replaced by bears. The bears didn’t join the morning...
View ArticleON NOT NOTICING A BEAR • by Amy Sisson
Everyone in the village thought it was ridiculous, the way Laurent was pretending not to notice the bear that had become attached to his coattails. To be fair, it was a reasonably subtle bear, as bears...
View ArticleGRISLY • by Gretchen Bassier
There are no grizzly bears in Michigan. I used to tell myself this when I was out alone, bringing the horses in from the pasture. Sometimes, it helped. When the moon was bright, and the animals quiet,...
View ArticleDRAWING THE RIGHT CONCLUSION • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar
“Mommy’s not gonna leave him, is she?” “No,” I said. Lina frowned, shifting the perfect geometry of her face. Mark wasn’t even our stepfather. One word described what he was. He was acrid. Lina’s...
View ArticleLYING IN THE LITTLE BEAR’S BED • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar
“…a story, Mommy!” “In a house in the woods, far far away, three bears were living. “The father bear was big and tall with a big booming voice and big hard hands.” “Bears don’t have hands! They have...
View ArticleGRISLY • by Gretchen Bassier
There are no grizzly bears in Michigan. I used to tell myself this when I was out alone, bringing the horses in from the pasture. Sometimes, it helped. When the moon was bright, and the animals quiet,...
View ArticleLYING IN THE LITTLE BEAR’S BED • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar
“…a story, Mommy!” “In a house in the woods, far far away, three bears were living. “The father bear was big and tall with a big booming voice and big hard hands.” “Bears don’t have hands! They have...
View ArticleTHE SWEET LIFE • by Aidan Doyle
The extra-large jar of honey in the staff kitchen was Toru’s first hint of the coming of the bears. The next day, three of his co-workers were replaced by bears. The bears didn’t join the morning...
View ArticleON NOT NOTICING A BEAR • by Amy Sisson
Everyone in the village thought it was ridiculous, the way Laurent was pretending not to notice the bear that had become attached to his coattails. To be fair, it was a reasonably subtle bear, as bears...
View ArticleDRAWING THE RIGHT CONCLUSION • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar
“Mommy’s not gonna leave him, is she?” “No,” I said. Lina frowned, shifting the perfect geometry of her face. Mark wasn’t even our stepfather. One word described what he was. He was acrid. Lina’s...
View ArticleLIFE LESSONS • by Judy Hull
She spoke sometimes like shaving cream. Her lips opened in an “O,” the words landing in a pungent spiral in his cupped hand, ready to be spread onto his face and then rinsed down the drain. “Why are we...
View ArticleTHE BEARS OF PARADISE • by M.C. Schmidt
I’m hanging from the railing of a deck. At a chateau in a state where I don’t live. On a vacation that I was coerced to come on. Pissing and shitting my pants. A man reaches for me. Our wives are...
View ArticleENTER, PURSUED BY A BEAR • by Ray Bradnock
Antigonus: Look, you’ve been following me for ages now. Isn’t it time to give up? Bear: Chasing. I’ve been chasing — not following — you for ages, and I am not giving up in the slightest. Antigonus:...
View ArticleGRISLY • by Gretchen Bassier
There are no grizzly bears in Michigan. I used to tell myself this when I was out alone, bringing the horses in from the pasture. Sometimes, it helped. When the moon was bright, and the animals quiet,...
View ArticleLYING IN THE LITTLE BEAR’S BED • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar
“…a story, Mommy!” “In a house in the woods, far far away, three bears were living. “The father bear was big and tall with a big booming voice and big hard hands.” “Bears don’t have hands! They have...
View ArticleTHE SWEET LIFE • by Aidan Doyle
The extra-large jar of honey in the staff kitchen was Toru’s first hint of the coming of the bears. The next day, three of his co-workers were replaced by bears. The bears didn’t join the morning...
View ArticleON NOT NOTICING A BEAR • by Amy Sisson
Everyone in the village thought it was ridiculous, the way Laurent was pretending not to notice the bear that had become attached to his coattails. To be fair, it was a reasonably subtle bear, as bears...
View ArticleDRAWING THE RIGHT CONCLUSION • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar
“Mommy’s not gonna leave him, is she?” “No,” I said. Lina frowned, shifting the perfect geometry of her face. Mark wasn’t even our stepfather. One word described what he was. He was acrid. Lina’s...
View ArticleZIP • by Will Lloyd
The cars quietly drifted up and down the cables all night long. Talking to each other. Mumbling. Thinking. Hullo. Hullo. Good evening, Totem, sang the red gondola. It was a low, drone song. Good...
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