One-Sentence Stories
Prophet
by
Erin York
The future is the white space at the end of this sentence.
Gym Story
by
Roxane Gay
A sad, desiccated anorexic goes to the gym at the same time as me and she stares at me the entire time we’re there which is fine, she can’t help herself and I’m happy to provide her with the inspiration she needs to stay on the elliptical machine rolling herself forward so that she can get away from looking like me (in her head) while her perfectly toned boyfriend with the tattoos curling around his biceps stands next to her flexing and preening, encouraging her to become the best, hottest version of herself even though that version came and went a long time ago.
Net Work
by
Dan Burt
Displaying amazing speed and dexterity for a koala, Jasper made an auspicious debut at the Australian Open tennis tournament as a ball bear.
Remnants
by
Julie Scharf
His sock was underneath my bed, unknown, for two months, until that day I decided to vacuum, though I knew he would never be back to claim it. .
God Spits
by
Zach Wolff
Nothing more embarrassing than trying to forget how old you really are as you light a cigarette the way you did in high school, back when you still had some hair on top of your head to match the pony-tail and wore that brown leather jacket, that you worked two summers for, and you drove that Camaro that desperately needed a paint job but still got you Sheila (more than once), then its like god spits on you; your age is grotesquely revealed as your dentures fall out, you awkwardly clutch for them and hope that people don’t see, or politely pretend not to, and all this thinking causes you to accidentally put them back into your mouth upside down.
0 x 1,000,000 =
by
Andrew Borgstrom
The folksong exited her mouth like the last thought in a head that sleepwalks to the kitchen and tries to swallow the battery operated appliances.
Untitled
by
Jason Hardung
She was gone when I got home from work that day—I get dressed and wonder whose head she is throwing dishes at now.