by Rebecca Raney | Jul 23, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
Autopsy of Memory Ode to the wrinkle forming just slightly left of the center between my eyebrows. I’ve turned 28 and my skin has started to shrink, to pull, and my expressions now stay half a second longer, locked in time. Sometimes I try to pull the line out with a...
by Kyle Fitzpatrick | Jun 25, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2018
The Quick Brown FoxJumps over the Lazy Dog “It wasn’t easy closing No Name, but all good things come to an end,” the designer says. “And I have to thank my father. Without an accountant in my life, running a business in New York would have been a mess. That’s how I...
by Publab Alumni | Jun 25, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2018
Hot Takes on #obamaportraits SpecialTeams3: zomg did u see how they made Michelle white? Bestieslog: Hated it SWMjersey: i hate these paintings GWMparamus: she’s like, grey… I mean when tf was she ever that? @queer4ula: ikr, the woman is caramel, why they doing her...
by Alec Weinstein | Jun 25, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2018
Looking Back in Anger:A Belated Review of Wedding Crashers This past summer I found myself stoned on a couch in the home of a person I did not know, watching a rerun of the 2005 film Wedding Crashers. Due to the nature of the weed, I was seeing things through a prism,...
by Carissa McQueen | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Searching for Solstice The buzz of the world enters her dream before she knows she’s waking up. A low flying police helicopter. The irregular cadence of a leaf-blower. Heavy tires too fast on the neighboring street. The Doppler shift of a passing siren. Up through her...
by Publab Alumni | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Crash Clark heard the car six seconds before it popped into view. The noise was dull. Just a low thud like a garbage truck. But that was the way it was: duller on the inside, and always felt more than heard. The hood crumpled first. Then went the windows in a...
