Backhand Stories

Cracked Shell by Sean Gallagher

admin — Wed, 09 May 2012 20:09:15 +0000

The man took a slow drag on his cigarette. The ember winked life-red against the warm evening backdrop. He exhaled, thinking about what he had just heard, what she had just told him, breathing out in time with his thoughts. The smoke floated up towards the dim porch light. “So you’re not coming back.” Flat [...]

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Cracked Shell by Sean Gallagher

and this whole time. by Lindsey M. Brummerhop

admin — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:53:28 +0000

there’s something so focused about the sound of a piano key. structured, but melodic. accurate yet soothing, somehow. “well, what kind of things make you feel better, Alice?” she looks up for a moment, pondering this honestly. “semi colons and the word simultaneously.” aliteration. “Aliteration, Alice?” absolutely. it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as it [...]

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and this whole time. by Lindsey M. Brummerhop

6/69: The Stonewall by Earl Carrender

admin — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 21:10:28 +0000

Stephen (A Typical Night) You can dance at the Stonewall. Not like at the Candlelight. Or Keller’s. Or Mona’s. There’s the Snakepit but the name says it all. I dance at the Stonewall. Liquor watered down. Boys dressed up. Tequilla Mockingbird, onstage looking regal. Sweet William at the door looking out. And me on the [...]

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6/69: The Stonewall by Earl Carrender

Wednesday by Heather Minette

admin — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 20:26:16 +0000

Charlie’s here, talking about his story, about “how life’s an endless pit of chaotic bullshit, but every now and then it all makes sense, like there’s some kind of cosmic order, and that’s what makes life worth living, you know?” and Simon’s telling him, “it’s a substantial idea, but it’s already been done, man. It’s [...]

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Wednesday by Heather Minette

Do the Bus Stop By Anthony J. Langford

admin — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 21:39:14 +0000

The bus stop is her stage. Her school associates, the audience. Any passers-by get a free showing. 7.55 a.m. It’s her time. Standing on the lip of the gutter, she pouts, she spouts, gibberish, about herself, what else is there, but she knows it doesn’t matter what she says, as long as they look. And [...]

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Do the Bus Stop By Anthony J. Langford

The Urn by Holly Day

admin — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 00:45:57 +0000

“You don’t want to see the body,” said the man with the dirty shirt. “I don’t know how long she was in there before we called the police.” “You don’t want the last picture you have of your mom being that thing in there,” added his girlfriend, shoving her hands in her pockets, suddenly embarrassed. [...]

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The Urn by Holly Day

Things Trapped and Frozen by Emily Roth

admin — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 01:01:52 +0000

I get to ride shotgun in Mr. Gregory’s car because I missed my bus, and I missed my bus because I lost Spiderman in the snow at recess. I got Spiderman in a Happy Meal that Dad bought me once. His arms and legs move, but he doesn’t have a web. Mr. Gregory is my [...]

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Things Trapped and Frozen by Emily Roth

The Road to Something by Peyton Docks

admin — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 00:07:55 +0000

“What am I supposed to do?” Lanie cried into the empty space. “What do you want me to do, when there is nothing!” She stumbled forward, cursing herself for wearing the wrong shoes. The type of shoes that gave her blisters on the heels of her feet that hindered her ability to walk distances longer [...]

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The Road to Something by Peyton Docks

Warrior by Eric LeGrow

admin — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 22:25:02 +0000

Sitting above a crossbar of steel, high above the roaring New York, so staggering a view, I knew a man, though he was not my friend. He stayed isolated from the group, working the harder jobs along the trim steel, hauling wires and jumping rails, as if he dared God to let him slip. When [...]

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Warrior by Eric LeGrow

I Also Hate the Irish by Mark Biscan

admin — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 23:58:25 +0000

Nancy was telling Tom about her friends who recently adopted a baby from a Russian orphanage. “The poor thing,” Nancy said over her dinner plate, “she’s been so neglected. If you play peek-a-boo with her she cries because she thinks you’ve gone away. Can you imagine? Those people put that baby in a crib and [...]

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I Also Hate the Irish by Mark Biscan