"The Spa Owner's Family"
by Dirk van Nouhuys, April 2012
"Just the talk of old women. He would ask his cousin, Brother Ieronim, the last male of his grand father's generation. Brother Ieronim lived in a ground-floor studio in a building by the river that the Orthodox Church maintained. Although he walked the six blocks, he decided not to take the dog; he felt as if Oscar would not like the gloomy atmosphere."
"If Buttons Had Their Own Wills, Agnes Probably Wouldn't Be So Obsessed With Them"
by Brian Katz, March 2012
"Agnes liked her job but liked her uniform more. She wore a loose-fitting, polyblend, navy suit with a gold rope embroidering both the sides of her pants and blazer with the shiniest, not standard issue but ideally suited for her outfit, buttons most of her tenants had never seen—electroplated gold, shank buttons each with a different naval insignia..."
"Marina"
by Brent Powers, March 2012
"She wanted to dance, swim, eat frog legs. She wanted me to read to her from Keats. No way, but I said I'd do it. I'd do anything. I wanted to hump her, hump her around the pool. I wondered if she was sleepwalking when she went out there at night. Could I take her while she was asleep like that? Just sweep her up and gently lie her down in the grass and just slobber all over her and finally slide it in and hump."
"Cliffhanger"
by Ian Woollen, March 2012
"The show was near the end of its third season. The entire country fixated on what was going to happen to Sally in the season finale. Unlike most TV series, which are written and shot before being aired, the producers of Tomahawk Sally wanted to build a loyal audience by slowing down the production schedule so that viewer feedback could be incorporated in the developing storyline."
"Fighting Words: Wrestling Holds Revisited"
a videostory by Grace Andreacchi, March 2012
"Butterfly
"We begin facing one another. Bend over, you say, so I do. Now you are looking at the top of my head. Your arms go around me and as my head slides into your armpit I taste the flavour of your sweat."
"Psycho-Geo-Cato"
by bart plantenga, March 2012
"The catalogue: the gun the catalogue the gun the catalogue was of the typical mail order variety displaying mostly soft things of linen of cotton to cuddly roll around in lost & costly, smiling & foetal. [This is NOT a short story, though things do happen or rather are posed to appear to have happened.]"
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