Maura Stanton
Ballerina

Maura Stanton - Ballerina

Fiction
Maura Stanton has won the Nelson Algren Award from The Chicago Tribune, the Lawrence Foundation Award from The Michigan Quarterly… Read more »
Beth Goldner
Cuba Cuba Cuba

Beth Goldner - Cuba Cuba Cuba

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Beth Goldner is a protocol associate, developing clinical trials in radiation oncology. For over a decade, she worked as a… Read more »
Matt Izzi
Dead Weight

Matt Izzi - Dead Weight

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Matt Izzi was born in Rhode Island and lives in East Boston. His short fiction, drama, and humor have appeared… Read more »
Drew McCutchen
Zombie Horror

Drew McCutchen - Zombie Horror

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Drew McCutchen lives and writes in Seattle, Washington. He enjoys hiking and backpacking in the Cascade and Olympic Mountains. He… Read more »

Ballerina

Maura Stanton

It was snowing. And the factory was closed for two days. The electronic stamping machines had been turned off, the heat had been lowered just enough to keep the water flowing through the pipes, and the robot janitorial staff had been locked into the storeroom. But Wolfgang, the big metal hulk who had more AI than most other robots, had not been turned off. He looked dumb, but he’d tricked the humans into pushing the wrong button on his neck, and now he was always running.

Wolfgang went around and turned on all the others. The ones who resembled humans were dressed in old yoga outfits, or baggy jeans, and wore sneakers. The metal ones who looked like machines glowed silver in the snow light coming in the high grated window. Each robot stretched its limbs or hoses and turned its head or protrusion back and forth. Wolfgang—he’d been named Wolfgang by the North Dakota humans because there was something wolf-like about his eyes and pointy nose—had fallen in love with the new robot named Anna who’d been unpacked a few weeks ago. She’d gone rogue in Paris. She’d been sent to a repair lab, but humans no longer trusted… Read more »