by Daniel Crépault “Zagosian Holographics, my name is Sam. How may I assist you today?” “You’re not one of those damned bots, are you?” a gruff voice asked through the phone. “No, sir, thank God.” Sometimes, a small lie was necessary to put customers at ease. “May I get your name before we proceed?” “It’s […]| The Lit Nerds
by Melanie K. Summers It was the summer of 2005, somewhere along the touristy coast of the Atlantic Ocean. I was thirteen—old enough to think I was too cool for family vacations, young enoug…| The Lit Nerds
by Deborah Z Adams She packs essentials: wine, Oreos, candles, and thirteen copies of the spell printed in 24-point font, because they all misplace their glasses. And their keys and some nouns. Despite these lapses, their youth is still sharp-edged and full-color. One flew the friendly skies until matrimony and company policy collided. One taught […]| The Lit Nerds
by Allison Bradley I’m pretty sure it was the $40 bottle of wine. Of all the miscellaneous Saturday afternoon items on my section of the grocery conveyor belt, it was when she scanned the wine that…| The Lit Nerds
Matthew E. Henry Matthew E. Henry (MEH) is the author of six poetry collections, most recently said the Frog to the scorpion (Harbor Editions, 2024). He is editor-in-chief of The Weight Journal, the creative nonfiction editor at Porcupine Literary, and an associate editor at Rise Up Review. MEH’s publications include Barren Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Had, […]| The Lit Nerds
by Bethany Taullie As I step out onto the porch, a warm ray of morning light brushes my face. The air in July is always sweet—a combination of rainwater and honeydew. Blue jays sing as a sof…| The Lit Nerds
by Mary Ann McGuigan Jack reads the last lines of his story and sinks back into the sofa’s deep white pillows, as if he wants to disappear. He’s kind of small, narrow shoulders, thin arms and neck, so he almost does. “That’s your best so far,” Bill says. Bill speaks only in superlatives, but Kevin […]| The Lit Nerds
by Amanda Fetters Privately, Bryony felt the market was better off without the wizard. Bryony leaned her signboard against the daffodil bucket: Bryony’s Blooms, it read, then smaller: Good Things Take Time to Grow. She lifted the signboard, leaned it against the bucket once more. Lifted it. Leaned it. Touched the corner to make sure. […]| The Lit Nerds
by Tammy Komoff The cobblestones shimmered with heat between the ancient two-story buildings crowding the narrow street. A barren passage of stone and stucco. The Gardener tipped his hat to a pair …| The Lit Nerds
Salvatore Difalco The walk tests me each time. The uneven pavement, the steep hills. I always work up a good sweat. I stop at Arthur’s flat for a beer. He’s moving west this spring. “Got a cousin i…| The Lit Nerds
by Melanie Mulrooney The Beaumont Tea House was a feast for the senses: leather-bound books lined floor-to-ceiling shelves, rich scents of chocolate and spices filled the air, and well-heeled patro…| The Lit Nerds
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