Fishing with Uncle Chocolate

/ Phedra Deonarine / Fiction
They called him Uncle Chocolate. The name started with family members and expanded to people […]

The Dead Rabbits Society

/ Sam Slaughter / Fiction
Jake found the first one on our daily walk. I was supposed to take him […]

Things She Carried

/ Vanessa Willoughby / Fiction
  First she was born, but when she was older, sixteen and a chameleon, she […]

Bangkok Petey

/ Jimi McDonnell / Fiction
Sitting in the heat and swagger of Bangkok, it comes to him. He has been […]

Flip

/ Lyndsay Wheble / Fiction
It was the dog’s barking that roused me. I sat up in bed, prickling, and […]

Out of Control

/ Cornelia Barber / Fiction
It turned out that after we had broken up this other girl came back into […]

Nothing to Worry About

/ Matthew Bright / Fiction
It’s   probably no   accident that they look like grandmothers. Grandmothers in power-suits. Briefcases full of […]

Rachel Ward

/ Vanessa Norton / Fiction
  Every morning, she stroked the winged maxi pad stuck to the teenaged daughter’s wall […]

Chest Pocket of the Uniform

This song is not about a burger.

/ Chad Schuster / Fiction
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Rabbit Parenting

/ Melanie Boeckmann / Fiction
From now on we’ll only whisper to each other in bed until we fall asleep.

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Race, Speculative Fiction And Afro SF

/ Chinelo Onwualu / Fiction
The field of speculative fiction, broadly defined as horror, science fiction, fantasy and ‘weird’ fiction, in North America is in crisis.

Metafiction, or the Ocelot

/ Melissa Frederick / Fiction
Point Ocelot and point Sawed-off Shotgun would have more dramatic resonance.

The Head

/ A.W. Marshall / Fiction
Upon entering its village, the Head willed children toward it, making them to its body, wrapping little Ian and Mark tight, twisted so their bones crunched and fit into a leg.

The Bend

/ A.W. Marshall / Fiction
Then the babies showed up. Three white baby corpses washed up one Tuesday morning.

Love never dies a natural death.

/ Ellie Broughton / Fiction
He had discovered a dead body in the empty house on the hill and, though it was a size too big, he slid his arms down its sleeves.

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Please help, my poem is very sick

/ Ka Bradley / Fiction
No, I’m sorry, please blindfold me. It won’t do the blindfold any harm to be cried on! Ha ha. Ha. Oh.

Call for Submissions: Fiction

/ Allison Grimaldi-Donahue / Fiction
THE BASICS Send your fiction submissions as an attachment to fiction@queenmobs.com   WHAT YOU NEED […]

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Bed and Breakfast

/ Rebecca Thursten / Fiction
Don't feed my cat. Don't touch my fucking cat. Don't take any more photos of my fucking cat.

AS A GROWN WOMAN YET RECALLED

/ Derrick Martin-Campbell / Fiction
Taylor Swift, warrior zealot, daughter of many kings, prodigy of her people’s finest schools and temples, set loose in Nashville at fourteen like a falcon thrown into the air...

Sex Tour

/ Refael Paul Arenson / Fiction
And then he's standing in the doorway, watching me walk down the hall.

Snow (from the Intimate Journals of Jacob Higginbotham)

/ John Crutchfield / Fiction
It snowed last night, Dear Reader, in the town where I live. Probably it snowed in other places too, but I wasn’t in any of those other places, so I am unable to verify this conjecture.