Microfiction
Kelly Opalko
Make Your Alcohol Taste Like More Alcohol

It was pure gasoline, tasted like cough syrup. This drink is making me question the universe and existence and why God would let this monstrosity live.

Make Your Alcohol Taste Like More Alcohol
Microfiction
Richard Kniazuk
Lost: One Mind

Last seen within the body of a drunken college-educated boy very early Sunday morning, right before said body's mouth bit into a block of uncooked Ramen noodles. Chicken dust packet was opened and slightly wet, though dust was nowhere to be found.

Microfiction
Jesse Nicolaus
Limb by Limb

If the wind caught him right he could still smell her on his clothes. He wished he could destroy the wind. 

Microfiction
Jesse Nicolaus
Sol

I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a yellow star. I mean, it doesn't even do anything that cool. Nourishing a planet is cool? Naw, man. 

Microfiction
Richard Kniazuk
Observations of Roof Dog

I've sniffed this corner earlier today, and nothing has come of it, though I will check again later. Who made the markings on my wall?

Kelly Opalko