“Will you bring me something to drink from the kitchen?” She asks with her feet up on the couch. I swivel from my perch looking out the kitchen window. The open floor plan of the three-bedroom, two-bathroom house makes it easy to see the bottoms of her feet from where they lay on top of the armrest of our couch. Her neon pink socks have white writing that read: if you can read this bring me wine. I consider her socks and reach into the walnut cabinet and pull out a water glass, filling it directly from the sink. I bring her the full glass and hold it out to her. She doesn’t look up from her phone but grabs the water glass and brings it to her pale and chapped lips. She needs to drink more water.Continue reading “Paper-Lined Tables by Rachel Sievers”
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When the Tabloids Ate My Best Friend by Marco Etheridge
The morning sun assaulted every nerve ending in my shattered brain and that same vicious sun illuminated the headline that hovered before my bleary eyes: Bigfoot’s Miraculous Aqua-Baby Discovered. I tried to focus, then I tried to blink it all away. Miserable failure was the result on both counts. I did not conjure clarity, nor did the strange bedroom disappear. I was forced to ask myself that most critical question. Where the fuck was I?Continue reading “When the Tabloids Ate My Best Friend by Marco Etheridge”
How to Write a Hit Song by Les Bohem
Laying the Groundwork for a Hit
- Choose between digital or physical production.
- Select a theme.
- Draft lyrics that are timeless.
- Split your lyrics into syllables on staff paper.
Composing a Hit
- Set the tempo.
- Write the bass line.
- Design a catchy melody.
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He Spoke of Marionettes by Adam Kluger
It didn’t matter
It didn’t matter
It didn’t matter that she broke out of the embrace and said goodbye.
It was time to meet her friends at dinner.
That was fine.
Elon by Olivia Parkinson
The day she left me, she left the fish. The gloopy, dead-brained goldfish sitting in our room. My room now, fuck her. I don’t miss her. She used to ask her if I missed her when she went away in the summer- not really I’d say, she’d come back in three weeks. That made her cry. Why do people cry when you tell the truth?