Ellipsis Zine

Every Tuesday night at 7:15 my favorite bar plays “You Wouldn’t Like Me” by Tegan and Sara. I go mostly so I can be transported back to my shitty college…

Fifty-five years before you left the party there was a monumental storm. The rains were so heavy, so drumming and relentless, that they loosened branches, releasing sycamore seeds before they…

Louisa’s bare feet took the brunt of the mini cheddar crumbs as she trudged towards the cupboard under the stairs to fetch her meditation cushion. A lot of the mums…

It’s an adjective, your wife says. Starts with “i”, ends with “e”. She can’t bring herself to say the word, and she won’t look at you, so she stares out…

After we’ve fucked ourselves to oblivion, after I’ve sated all your appetites and eased your restless heart, I will rise, leaving you to languish in my bed. While your breath…

The doorbell rings as Marina is going down on me. I keep my orgasm quiet but don’t need to. Her son Max is in the family room down the hall,…

He gazed at the walls with their huge displays, at the insects with their plaques of latin names in herring-bone ink, their black veined wings pushed open like un-gloving flowers.…

Dear Santa I’ve been a good girl all year (well, mostly – apart from the hamster-related incident).  I’d like a new Barbie (my big brother did experiments on the last…

“It looks like you really have things under control here,” said a female voice, gently mocking. Dave turned around so swiftly he nearly fell off the ladder, where he stood…

Amaal turns to the crossword page in the newspaper; folding it into a neat half, then quarter, she props it against her schoolbag which is resting on her knees. The…

“You’re not strong enough to load a crossbow, James.” “Bullshit, look at these guns.” I flex, my biceps barely pitching a canopy. “Those guns got nothin’ but blanks. Why do…