Original Photo: Timothy Eberly Out for Blood (or Air, or Whatever) You stumble through the gym doors, away from the people and into the almost-snow cold, skin so hot to the touch that steam rises o…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Dan Meyers I realize I am a serial monogamist. * Sautéing yellow onions in my mother’s home, a moment breaks open in the way moments do—senselessly. Do I actually want to be married? The vo…| atlasandalice.com
By the Side of the Road I could do so much more than the stain-ridden state of a world has left me. I could make so many more things out of what rushes by me but my eyes always blink, I can’t hold …| atlasandalice.com
The Hero’s Return Maybe you won’t believe me but it’s true—I had that thing happen to me we all fear. Sometimes we play the scenario out in our twisted minds to torture ourselves, like …| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Ravi Palwe Minus World 1. Play through World 1-2. Stand at the far left edge of the pipe at the end of the level. From a jump position, break the second to last block on the ceiling. It may …| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Austin Human Monster Men from Outer Space The monster men came from outer space, their sideburns fizzing as they burned through the atmosphere, space dust beading up on their brows. They lan…| atlasandalice.com
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Photo: Lluis Bazan TrueCompanion When I unpackaged my mother I tried not to notice she was naked. I’d selected the option to have her fully clothed upon arrival. If I hadn’t already returned a doll…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Oleksandr Akulenko Song of Myself, Six Months Postgrad and Still in Moline I heard about a gunfight, and I went. It was one of those old-fashioned ones. Ten paces. Turn, draw, etc. They held…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Camden & Hailey George The Near Future of Death The soft-spoken young woman at the corner table is Death. In her very long life, she’ll talk about herself exactly once, to exactly one pe…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Maddy Baker The Chilla Before gloving up, Ellen strokes the fur shawl on the mannequin. It’s chinchilla, brown, so soft it feels abstract, like the idea of a thing rather than the thing itse…| atlasandalice.com
