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By Regina TavaniThe backseat is a tangle of sweat and skin, two parts boy and one part girl. Over the blaring hip-hop Molly can hear hot, heavy breathing and the
By Robert HallerOn motherhood, and inhabiting your body (and your writing) in a new way.
By Lynn Steger Strong"She guessed that’s what love was--making each other feel bad on purpose and then being sorry about it."
By Rhianna Reinmuth"What would it be like to fuck a man who finds such horrors beautiful?"
By Jonathan Papernick“She bends to pick up the envelope, and something about the elongation of her right thigh makes Sarah Wheeler pause."
By Nellie Hermann"The hooker said her name was Solace, which was exactly what he needed after the heartwreck of the last six months."
By Jonathan PapernickSordid sex. Hard drugs. Human connection? A new short story from Doug Weaver.
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By Alex HoweWhen someone gets his dick out and rubs it against your lower back, you’re not really making choices anymore.
By CasparA mother, a son, a boob job, a knife. Drew's fiction is as weird and wonderful as his comics.
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