Death of Print

    • Zero is a Seashell

      Steepness and height didn’t rattle me when I was young. We lived near a park dominated by a massive concrete slide. At its base were always cardboard scraps to slide on. We never brought our own. It was exhilarating, hissing over smooth cement until your speed approaching the end forced your eyes shut. 

      Death of Print

      November 10, 2022
      Uncategorized
      cnf, death, lauren lavin, slides, zero
    • For Those That Want It

      Patrick Trotti Stacey stared at the blank screen of her cell phone in her right palm. In her left arm was her baby. The living room was dark except for the iridescent glow from the small television in the corner. The phone was one of those flip ones that she bought at WalMart. It was […]

      Death of Print

      August 3, 2022
      Short Story
      Fiction, Short Story
    • St. Grobian’s Midnite Raffle

      Eric Williams I tried to ignore the couple in front of me and just enjoy the movie, but they were absolutely yakked to the gills and being extremely annoying about it. The film festival was showing Giant, one of my favorites – lemme tell you, you can’t beat those West Texas vistas on the big […]

      Death of Print

      July 6, 2022
      Uncategorized
    • Hush little babies

      You can’t hide the power of rock from a child.

      Death of Print

      June 2, 2022
      Uncategorized
      Rock, Sheldon Birnie
    • the boat over there

      Supply missions never get appreciated. If you bring home a box of crackers and some rags, you get a golf clap. If you bring home nothing, you’re vilified. But if you bring home two death wounds and a shrug, you get a brief funeral around a Duraflame and become a hero. A disgusting legacy. I’d rather have the crackers.

      Death of Print

      May 26, 2022
      Short Story
      Fiction, Kevin Richard White, Short Story
    • Speakeasy

      Jeff Chon It was a speakeasy, a literal speakeasy. Well, not a literal speakeasy—literal speakeasies were run by bootleggers during Prohibition. This was just a pop-up bar run in an empty storespace by local hipsters. But Erica said it was a literal speakeasy, and Hughie wanted to take everything Erica said literally. So he did.  […]

      Death of Print

      May 12, 2022
      Uncategorized
      Fiction, Jeff Chon, Short Story, Speakeasy
    • The Ghost of Mile 43

      The counsel looks down and the exile looks out at the street and there is a moment when nothing is said, when something is waiting to be said, and then it is there, the counsel is saying fighting it isn’t worth the trouble, not now when it’s already done, and he waits for some reply that doesn’t come, he waits thirty seconds or he waits a full minute before again going into the house.

      Death of Print

      March 20, 2021
      Excerpt
      Craig Rodgers, Death of Blog, Death of Print, The Ghost of Mile 43

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