Here's Judi!, PART ONE by Jolly King

Hollywood, California, circa 1960. Who wouldn't want their own radio show! OMG! I was stunned when Judi Doll got her big break. It was really exciting and bizarre all at once. Judi Doll, in her twenties, was a beauty. Mostly because of Dr. Sachs. Got rid of that honker for her when she was just fifteen. And, a bout with anorexia fixed the obesity. ...READ MORE

The Technology of Barbarism by Jorge Majfud

Uncle Caíto was about thirty years old when they took him in 1972. They said that he had collaborated with some Tupamaro guerrillas who were running loose in the countryside where he worked.

Both Behind and Beyond the Door, PART THREE by Troy Prichard

The girl and the boy were both lost in the moment as they whirled and twirled around and around. The sheer giddiness of their lack of inhibitions had filled their hearts to overflowing and their bodies with a nearly endless supply of energy.

CLASS CLOCK PARTY 2 Touching Tales From Uncle Charlie's Class Clock Haven by Gina Tron

PRECIOUS TALE 1; FROM SALLY HIGGLESWORTH: I was in Uncle Charlie's Class Clock Haven, getting ready to purchase a much anticipated class clock. Class clocks are all the rage these days. Some say they are here to stay. Some say they are here to blow the traditional class ring out of the fucking water. Some say that these clocks have redesigned human dignity as we know it.

"a cathedral" by Michael Patrick McSweeney

is what the mind and I first think
the sky resembles as we cruise
down a house-crowded urban hill,
some kind of holy/vaulted/orange ceiling.

"The Pigs' Father" by L.J. Block

You built your house out of straw?
You moronic fucking asshole.
How could you do that?

The Roots of Madness: A Parody, PART THREE by David L. Meeks

Tepid Water’s thrashing riffs spread like lightning throughout the penthouse, pounding the eardrums of Tim’s many guests. The dining room was a scene from a medieval banquet. Consuming most of the room was a large, teak dining table which could seat up to sixteen people.

Should I Stay or Should I Go? by Kendall Defoe

You know the song, and he doesn't have to say anything to anyone now, not in a student-to-teacher tone nor an over-laugh for a joke so stupid his friends had to laugh. He had to laugh. He was swinging his arms side by side and in his own happiness.