Everything, Fiction, Issue 74, Prose, vagabond city

Sprout by Morgan Dick

There’s a look Dallas gets on his face when he’s about to lose his shit. His lip curls, his eyeballs shake inside their sockets, and it makes you wonder: is this really a four-year-old boy and not some Antichrist birthed from a jackal and hidden amongst human children with the aim of mankind’s eventual destruction?  […]

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Everything, Fiction, Issue 72, Prose, vagabond city

Stonescript by Ryan Tan

I bought a fishing boat and sprinkled twelve life jackets around the deck. On the day of the tour, I wore a durian-patterned shirt with the Singapore Tourism Board logo on the breast pocket. Aaron, a bearded teenager with poop emoji earrings, shoved fifty dollars at me without asking for my license. “I study ancient […]

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Everything, Fiction, Issue 71, Prose, vagabond city

a grocery list by Kelly Stohr

pistachio milk a refrigerator in which to store the pistachio milk floorboards upon which to set the refrigerator in which to store the pistachio milk kitchen walls that house the floorboards upon which to set the refrigerator in which to store the pistachio milk apartment ceiling to support the kitchen walls that house the floorboards […]

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DARK BEAUTY | Andiswa Onke Maqutu

“You are too black.” “I’m sorry.” The make-up artist filed through a brown palette of bottles of foundation in annoyed haste. Her purple tinted nails clawed at them and they clamoured over each other in protest. “I have all the colours here; toast, cappuccino, caramel, cocoa, mocha… even mahogany. But I don’t have your colour, […]

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Some Day Soon | Donal Mahoney

Dexter Dalrymple had no idea why anyone would want to interview him. Who would care at this point what he’d have to say. Maybe his family and a few old friends, in deference to his age and wealth, hoping to find themselves in his will some day soon. But he had agreed to this interview […]

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MARY and BOB and PIE | Gilmore Tamny

Mary’s very funny. Bob’s very regulated. They eat this kind of pie no one’s ever heard of. Once, they served it at brunch, and I walked in on them in the kitchen and Bob had his hand down the front of Mary’s jeans, just like that, casually rummaging around. I never knew what to make […]

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