Hello, everyone! Welcome to the August 2025 issue of Defenestration, the literary magazine dedicated to humor and one of the few artifacts that will remain after the apocalypse (alongside cockroaches, AOL discs, and Twinkies). We're happy you've decided to join us this month for an adventure into the surreal and absurd. You won't be disappointed.| Defenestration
Last night I couldn't sleep. The holidays do that to me. I went downstairs, figuring I'd make myself a little snack. A chocolate chip cookie and milk, maybe – nothing crazy. But even before my hand gripped the stainless-steel handle of my smart fridge, its display lit up: Wouldn't it be better to just call your mother? "It's two-a.m." I said. "I'm just hungry."| Defenestration
There they are again, unboxing their fucking noise-makers. Attaching long orange snakes from my walls to their things, horridly neon things. God, what an endless din. I watch them through gaps in the lath, peeking out between its cracks. Rattling vibrations shake me loose from my nap and I slipped through a fresh hole in the plaster.| Defenestration
Leila's front wheel wobbles when she cycles over a crack in the tarmac. A car behind blares its horn as she struggles to steady the books in her basket and keep her summer dress from flaring up. 'You daft old cow,' the driver yells as he overtakes. He waves a flabby arm at her, blurry tattoos str| Defenestration
