Featured Short: 'Artichoke'
"She wasn't in the
bedroom but he could hear two voices in the living room, one distinctly
hers. Fourteen stories up, a window exit was impossible." [Christian Bell]
Featured Short: 'Peacock'
"Janey's fever spiked and now she was sitting up, teeth chattering.
'There's a peacock in the kitchen,' she whispered." [Kathy Fish]
Featured Short: 'The Somnambulist'
"The mother left the bedroom and walked down the hall and stairwell and
outside. Overhead the night was full. Overhead the night had opened and
all throughout it there were words." [Blake Butler]
Dear Wigleaf
Blake Butler writes us a postcard.
Featured Short: 'The Peephole Cleaner'
"I clean peepholes in New York City. At any given moment, there are thousands of human
eyeballs pressed up against peepholes. More goes on than meets the eye." [René Georg Vasicek]
Featured Short: 'The Voice of Love'
"What day is it? Even with his eyes shut he can tell that
it's midafternoon, the day sliding down into evening and his presence
expected in the household. There are servants to oversee, accounts to
manage, the evening meal at which he will preside..." [Ann Walters]
Featured Video: 'The Seagull Movie'
Mazie Louise Montgomery and daughter on a trip to a parking lot.
Featured Short: 'The Sight'
"As he
approached to rejoin the party he noticed a change in mood, a
stillness. He got closer. Everything erupted into applause."
[Brian Foley]
Featured Short: 'Crow of No Goodbyes'
"Crow listens to sweet tinnitus. Water rustling through a
pipe; laughter in the hallway like thrown coins." [Sean Lovelace]
Dear Wigleaf
A postcard from Sean Lovelace.
Featured Short: 'Soap'
"Wylie's hand hovers above the river of
shampoo. If I looked close enough I'd see the trembling, but I don't." [Katrina Denza]
Featured Short: 'Steve Busts a Nut in the Flagship
Jack-in-the-Box'
"At first I'm skeptical, but as soon as the revolving doors deposit
us in the lobby, I understand that Steve is making the "grand gesture" if you will. The
place is fucking posh." [Karyna McGlynn]
Featured Short: 'Night Shift'
"While I was busy doing blood types, my boyfriend called. He asked if I
could come over after my shift. He said things to me that made me
shiver. It was an hour drive, and I wouldn't be off till seven in the
morning, but he'd leave his door unlocked." [Kim Chinquee]
Featured Video: 'My Life'
"Somehow it got into my room. / I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped. / It was nothing more
than a frightened animal."
[Joe Wenderoth]
Featured Short: 'Shampoo Commercial'
"Her
mother likes to talk about what happened after, how they'd shared
peppermint ice cream and that the reporters had said her daughter was
more beautiful than the child stars they'd photographed. 'Your hair was
just magnificent....'" [Claudia Smith]
Featured Short: 'Audio Recording #8'
"But at this point, Voicemail would like to suggest it appears unlikely that
the decision will be in your favor."
[Debora Kuan]
Featured Short: 'Morey Cesler'
"This is the news today. That and also that I have started a new short
story. It will be shorter than the last one. In it a man like me who is
not me will walk into a room with a gun in his hand."
[Corey Mesler]
Featured Video: 'Chameleon Cars'
Walking the streets with Gwyn Fisher.
Featured Short: 'Scout Lantern'
"The falcon carried her for many miles, over wheat fields, highways, and
city lights. Years later, that night would come back to her in shots,
firing off in her head, pop-gun memories."
[Claudia Smith]
Featured Short: 'This Story Is Not about Ham
and Cheese Sandwiches'
"I'd fallen asleep playing Ms. Pac-Man. The game was paused
but the red ghost was still moving, still trying to
catch me and eat my soul."
[Barry Graham]
Dear Wigleaf
Barry Graham has a postcard for us.
Interview: Quick Fiction's Jennifer Pieroni
"In the
past seven years I've had three different day jobs, we've lived in four
different apartments, and my hair has gotten long, short, then long
again. Honestly, when I think about it, the journal is one of the most
stable elements in my life."
Chez Wigleaf
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