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Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While Part 1 — by Brian Moore and Cait Maloney
Tuesday – Tim in the Drop Ceiling Tuesday morning, second period Mr. Stuart had nowhere in particular to be, so he wandered through Frederick Winslow Taylor Middle School on reconnaissance, looking...
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The Last Night — by Mark McHugh and Alberta Torres
I promised her I’d stay by her side until she fell asleep. We talked through the night, her exuberant, high-pitched voice never waning. A few times, her little eyelids would flutter and I’d gently...
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An Oasis Of Calm — by Dawn Munro and Filipa Silva
Solitude has a voice, and that voice is replenishment for the soul, invigorating hearts and minds, setting spirits free. I head for the stream, with a tackle box and a fishing pole, a few worms in an...
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Father, Not Dad — by Mike Epifani and Alankrita Jain
I was born out of wedlock so you can call me a bastard if you’d like. I don’t think that word has had any real effect on anyone in decades outside deeply Christian subcultures but knock yourself out....
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Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While Part 2 — by Brian Moore and Ford Spencer
Read the first installment of Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While here. Tuesday – Stu Rescues a Family of Rats “Good morning, Mr. Stuart!” “Good morning, Miss Johnstone.” Stu’s ankle throbbed. It had...
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Under the Sheets — by Martin Hooijmans and Lars de Ruyter
Memories return as I crawl into the depths of my blankets. Darkness envelops me, then takes me to a place where a newly born’s laughter places smiles on many faces. They are vague, nearly forgotten,...
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Ashes — by Ryan Gunn and Monique Laffite
Tori pulled the top sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself on her way to the bathroom, leaving Isaac exposed. When she closed the door, he grabbed for a cigarette from the pack of Parliaments...
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It’s Almost Sunday Morning — by Donal Mahoney and Mike S. Young
In the summer of 1956, any Saturday at midnight, especially when the moon was out and the stars were bright, you would be able to see Grandma Groth sitting on her front-porch swing waiting for her...
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Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While Part 3 — by Brian Moore and Daniele Murtas
Read the first installment of Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While here. Tuesday – The Bells of Frederick Winslow Taylor Middle School The bells of Frederick Winslow Taylor Middle School divided each...
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Warm Smoke in November — by Luis Ham and Jordan Wester
It had to happen. Eventually, it had to happen. You knew it, and I knew it, and last week it finally did. You made it seem so easy, so flawless, so… perfect. I do hope it was easier for you than it’s...
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Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While Part 4 — by Brian Moore and Filipa Silva
Read the first installment of Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While here. Wednesday – Tim Falls in Mercury and Asbestos Wednesday morning Stu read von Grawbadger’s enigmatic response: “If you listened...
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How Akram Came to Fly Business Class Back to Yemen Double Fisted — by Jody...
Along with his sight and his right arm, the drone’s bomb took Akram’s elder brother who was standing, naturally, to his right. His brother had always been a lucky bastard. Akram was sent from Yemen...
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Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While Part 5 — by Brian Moore and Codey Richards
Read the first installment of Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While here. Shift Transition Departing Custodian: Mr. Stuart Arriving Custodian: Mr. von Grawbadger Esteemed Colleague, Approximately noon...
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Old Love — by Martin Hooijmans and Lars de Ruyter
Love rusts. I never expected myself to say such a thing. But I have perceived that, given enough time, it simply falls apart. I’m talking about old love, lost love, love long abandoned. Love that once...
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Herb is Dead — by Lena Wilms and Lakshmy Mathur
The first night my Grandma stayed with us, I woke up in the middle of the night because of her terrible screams. The first thought that came to my mind was to leave the house, to abandon everything...
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Perchance Not to Dream — by Parnell Stultz and Terri Kelleher
I’ve been seeing a lot of her lately — more, in fact, than in the whole of the last decade before she died. Upon waking the dreams are followed by the uneasiness of false memory like the little lapse...
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Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While Part 6 — by Brian Moore and Delilah Buckle
Read the first installment of Even Rat Pups Laugh Once In A While here. Friday – Tracy Bates Shift Transition Departing Custodian: Mr. Stuart Arriving Custodian: Mr. von Grawbadger My dear Mr. von...
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Chip in the Handle — by Ann Huchingson and Jordan Wester
Mama never came back to finish her coffee. It just sat there on the counter, the cup all fogged up and warm. Half full. Like it was waiting for someone to come on back and finish it up. It was the cup...
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A Miner’s Canary — by Nick Kozma and Terri Kelleher
Father walks in from the cold, grey day that is February 10th. His aged and haggard face is covered in soot from the coal mines. His black cap used to be red; his heavy stone wool jacket is streaked...
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Zoo — by AR Neal and Monique Laffite
Karen had fallen behind, and neither she nor any of the other moms on the trip for that matter, seemed overly concerned. She pushed William along and together they took their own path through the zoo...
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