<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><description>An online literary journal, 
specializing in work that 
melts faces and rocks waffles.</description><title>FWRICTION : REVIEW</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @fwrictionreview)</generator><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/</link><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><title>We are indefinitely on hiatus. In the meantime, please feel free to check out all the wonderful...</title><description>We are indefinitely on hiatus. In the meantime, please feel free to check out all the wonderful...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/157099776950</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/157099776950</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2017 07:49:28 -0500</pubDate><category>fwriction : review</category></item><item><title>Revisit the amazing fiction we published in 2015</title><description>Revisit the amazing fiction we published in 2015: “Invasion from Planet Z-4000,” by Olivia...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/136615444790</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/136615444790</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2016 12:12:07 -0500</pubDate><category>Olivia Wolfgang-Smith</category><category>Jane Liddle</category><category>Kerry Cullen</category><category>Paul Crenshaw</category><category>Sergei Burbank</category><category>Justin Lawrence Daugherty</category><category>lit</category><category>writing</category><category>fiction</category><category>fwriction : review</category></item><item><title>Invasion from Planet Z-4000, by Olivia Wolfgang-Smith</title><description>It is
ten o’clock on a spring morning in Death Valley and the dunes have started
singing, heated...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/132404468740</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/132404468740</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2015 08:48:34 -0500</pubDate><category>Olivia Wolfgang-Smith</category><category>lit</category><category>writing</category><category>fiction</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>prose</category></item><item><title>New Routes, by Jane Liddle</title><description>I.Renee sat at the freckled desk and
stared at the test questions as they blurred together into...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/128113251285</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/128113251285</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2015 11:30:09 -0400</pubDate><category>Jane Liddle</category><category>lit</category><category>fiction</category><category>prose</category><category>fwriction : review</category></item><item><title>The Rat King, by Kerry Cullen</title><description>I moved
in with the rat king because things between my girlfriend and me fell apart. Of
course, I...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/125767206005</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/125767206005</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2015 12:30:31 -0400</pubDate><category>Kerry Cullen</category><category>lit</category><category>fiction</category><category>prose</category><category>fwriction : review</category></item><item><title>Last Train, by Paul Crenshaw</title><description>The woman sat alone on a
bench on a cold night in winter an hour before the last trains ran. She...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/122938952505</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/122938952505</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2015 08:44:26 -0400</pubDate><category>Paul Crenshaw</category><category>lit</category><category>writing</category><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category></item><item><title>Missed, by Sergei Burbank</title><description>&amp;ndash;Hey you, there. Don&amp;rsquo;t know why you&amp;rsquo;re not picking up. I thought you
were acting...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/120447893375</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/120447893375</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2015 12:00:18 -0400</pubDate><category>Sergei Burbank</category><category>lit</category><category>writing</category><category>fiction</category><category>prose</category></item><item><title>What World We Build After All That's Burned Away,
by Justin Lawrence Daugherty</title><description>My husband had started to believe his left arm was a lie. We&amp;rsquo;d gone to the redwood forest...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/117859662800</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/117859662800</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2015 11:16:31 -0400</pubDate><category>Justin Lawrence Daugherty</category><category>fiction</category><category>lit</category><category>prose</category></item><item><title>2014: A Year in (fwriction)Review</title><description>
&amp;ldquo;The Boy Who Turned Into the Man Who Ate Himself,&amp;rdquo; by Paul Davenport-Randell
&amp;ldquo;The...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/102529107091</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/102529107091</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2014 09:00:13 -0500</pubDate><category>fwriction : review</category><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category><category>nonfiction</category><category>2014</category><category>Paul Davenport-Randell</category><category>James Claffey</category><category>Martha Otis</category><category>Sarah Flynn</category><category>Sarah Marian Seltzer</category><category>Simon Barker</category><category>David Parker Jr.</category><category>Myfanwy Collins</category><category>J.E. Reich</category><category>Len Joy</category><category>Joel Hans</category><category>Beth Gilstrap</category><category>Elizabeth Green</category></item><item><title>You Think I’ll Actually Be Nice About This?, by Elizabeth Green</title><description>Lisa was late, and when she sat down he could tell she had been drinking for breakfast by the way...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/98968105440</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/98968105440</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2014 08:42:36 -0400</pubDate><category>Elizabeth Green</category><category>lit</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>fiction</category></item><item><title>Some Girl, by Beth Gilstrap</title><description> 1984

The van was all hot breath and man stink so I closed my eyes, resting my head against the...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/96612175875</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/96612175875</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2014 07:11:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Beth Gilstrap</category><category>lit</category><category>fiction</category><category>fwriction : review</category></item><item><title>Ghosts in the Termini, by Joel Hans</title><description>My mother’s words are not words but ripples in water: This is the right thing, my babygirl. That’s...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/94715855560</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/94715855560</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2014 07:04:07 -0400</pubDate><category>Joel Hans</category><category>lit</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category></item><item><title>from 'American Past Time,' by Len Joy</title><description>1

September 5, 1953
Dancer Stonemason drove through Maple Springs headed for Rolla. His left hand...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/92721911365</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/92721911365</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 07:01:26 -0400</pubDate><category>Len Joy</category><category>lit</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>fiction</category></item><item><title>London, 1973, by J.E. Reich</title><description>From the Diaries of Emil Oster
West Hampstead, London, Britain, October 1973

Here is what my wife...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/89960475540</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/89960475540</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2014 09:45:00 -0400</pubDate><category>J.E. Reich</category><category>lit</category><category>fiction</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>novel excerpt</category><category>prose</category></item><item><title>Ogdensburg, by Myfanwy Collins</title><description>I wore a white skirt. Earlier that day I sunbathed with his roommate while he was at work in his...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/87884743220</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/87884743220</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2014 07:13:22 -0400</pubDate><category>Myfanwy Collins</category><category>lit</category><category>fiction</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>flash fiction</category><category>prose</category></item><item><title>Tim Time, by David Parker Jr.</title><description>On Thursday night, Tim Thomas&amp;rsquo;s wife, Linda, gets ready to travel across town for an evening...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/85808799840</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/85808799840</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2014 07:01:46 -0400</pubDate><category>David Parker Jr.</category><category>lit</category><category>fiction</category><category>fwriction : review</category></item><item><title>A Character of Fiction, by Simon Barker</title><description>Mr. Sherlock Holmes was seated at the breakfast table toying with his empty syringe while I stood...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/83707070218</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/83707070218</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2014 06:28:45 -0400</pubDate><category>Simon Barker</category><category>lit</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>fiction</category><category>Sherlock Holmes</category></item><item><title>Balcony, by Sarah Marian Seltzer</title><description>As Carl readied himself for Theo’s party, he reflected on his three-day gap in communication with...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/81575498984</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/81575498984</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2014 06:56:22 -0400</pubDate><category>Sarah Marian Seltzer</category><category>lit</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>fiction</category></item><item><title>On Returning, by Sarah Flynn</title><description>There’s a saying and there’s a reason why you say it: if you love something, let it go. Is there a...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/79450201912</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/79450201912</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2014 06:59:04 -0400</pubDate><category>Sarah Flynn</category><category>lit</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>nonfiction</category><category>prose</category></item><item><title>Apollonia at the Retirement Home for Great Apes, by Martha Otis</title><description>Apollonia, a Tanzanian chimpanzee who played violin for the Cleveland Orchestra, had gotten herself...</description><link>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/77270264223</link><guid>https://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/77270264223</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2014 07:05:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Martha Otis</category><category>fwriction : review</category><category>lit</category><category>fiction</category><category>prose</category></item></channel></rss>