Stumble fiction & photography
Thank You for Running from the Police: By Nick Sawatsky
You who I imagine in a ski hat and camo cargo shorts, I gotta say thanks. You who had to of been lighting up that night, thank you. It must have been awful dark ducking between the limbs, the outstretched things that might have become other things if you had the chance to drag some [...]
Photographer: Matteo Musci
Matteo Musci was born and raised in Milan, Italy. After a couple of years, in the late 90′s, working as art-director in a big ad agency he began shooting as a professional photographer and founded zona13 studio. As photographer for zona13 he has worked all over Europe for a notable amount of ad agencies. In [...]
Praise Day at Night: By Eric Magnuson
The leather steering wheel never twists left nor right. The four loitering eyes search for movement ahead. Any anything ahead: a jackknifed truck, crumbling oases, the hoped-for weed or squirrel squelched beneath the tire. None of it materializes—only the asphalt mirages they’ve hurtled toward since noon. They don’t mention them anymore, Alex and Malfez. Not [...]
Germination: By Holly Day
It was as though the flowers knew he had to go. They covered the clumsy mound of dirt in the garden so quickly he might as well have not even been there. By the end of the week, the mound was completely hidden by tiny shoots and sprouts, and by the end of the month, [...]
Petite Suite Isocèle: By Robert Wexelblatt
1. Rondeau Psychiatrique pour Violoncelle et Trois Instruments à Cordes, Vaguement Rhythmé avec le Pathos d’un Hibou Vieux “… I hardly left the house for six weeks,” he said, “and when I did I panicked. It was all sweat, trembling knees, dizziness.” Robby Callahan, thin as a twig, stopped shaking. “You’re kidding. You too?” “It [...]
Donuts and Coffee: By Alissa Riccardelli
My father opened the door and there was a boy I know in the porch light, said he was going to take me for a ride and that we’d get some donuts and coffee for us and my father if he wanted any, maybe some for my mother, who was in the den painting her [...]
Salvatore Goes for a Walk: By Annabella Massey
A CATALOGUE OF SALVATORE’S FAVOURITE NOSES – taken from his notebooks THE “PINNOCHIO” Archie’s parting gift. Nearly six months ago he had stated (quite forcibly), “I’m leaving the Peninsula and you’ll never see me again.” He wouldn’t tell me what he was planning to do and I still don’t know where he is. But a [...]
Us: By Nikki Bartoloni
Let’s work on it. We can still share the bathroom every morning, compliment each other, tighten a tie and zip a dress. We can pour coffee and pass sections of the newspaper across the counter. There doesn’t have to be conversation, as long as we are sitting in silence together. When Bill from accounting asks [...]
Washing Machine Season: By Matthew Vasiliauskas
God I love Carol. The value of her qualities astounds me, and I’ve often seriously considered taking her in to be appraised, one of those back-alley, swinging-door appraisers with the low lighting, dusty ceiling fans and familiar yet unidentifiable muffled music that provides a soothing sensation like water washing over rocks. The monetary value of [...]
