By: Todd Pruzan

The senator screams at an octave nobody realized he could reach.

By: Miranda Mellis

Why the plastic sandwich, the rubber carrot and the brass apple?

By: Kevin Brockmeier

“Nothing about you is ordinary. Not to me.”

By: Jenny Hayes

The big one could jump higher, but the small one was the prettiest.

By: Dan Chaon

A prodding of synapse that hasn’t been awake for years.

By: Myla Goldberg

Say what you long to say.

By: Adam Davies

Some slight damage, consistent with the violence of the wreckage.

By: Joe Lyons

“What happened to my best hammer last spring?”

By: Jeff Turrentine

My dad wasn’t a bastard at all.

By: Wayne Koestenbaum

“I’m not to blame for the rancid walnuts that enter my body.”

By: Scarlett Thomas

I walked home from the corner shop imagining the hot wax dripping onto my naked skin.

By: Rob Baedeker

Ray-Ray was a bundle of contradictions.