(Archive) Story: Christopher DiCicco


Bloodhounds Simon doesn’t want a Golden Retriever. Not like other boys his age. What my son wants is different. “Dad,” he says, “I want to be a dog.” He’s a good kid, Simon, doesn’t complain about much, not my lousy dinners or my pacing the backyard as I call everyone his mother knows—so I play … Continue reading

We Want Your Stories


Extract(s) is always looking for great stories to share with our readers. We admit, we are are pretty tough when it comes to accepting work, but if you have something you believe matches up with what we love, let us have a look! Our word limit for stories–fiction, personal essay, and creative non-fiction–is 1,500 words. … Continue reading

Story: Samantha Stier


Portraits Together we look at other people’s portraits. We love self-portraits, especially those by Renoir, who is a master at capturing his inner essence. Our favorite self-portrait is by Norman Rockwell. We like the self-reflexive nature of that one. We like how we become part of the piece just by looking at it. We like … Continue reading

Story: Donna Vorreyer


The Alphabet of Avoidance There is no easy way to say it. Words are useless, though there are so many. Cantaloupe. Armageddon. Undulating. (These are a few of my favorites. But they don’t apply to this situation. Well, maybe armageddon.) I sort through the thesaurus to look for some assistance: Blight. Catastrophe. Disaster. Eruption. Fiasco. … Continue reading

Story: David James


A Story Problem No one knows how these things happen; he decided to live a decent and faithful life from here on. Up to this point, his list of wrongs, faults, grievances, and errors could fill a book. But he decided he could erase that dark past one good deed at a time, with the … Continue reading

Story: Kevin Callaway


Un-Ambulation Bodies grind-shift through the Los Padre mountains, looping around pine trees and dry rivers. Shadows tag onto lifting lights. The valley is sunk. I’ve climbed this range too many times and by that I mean I’m indistinguishable—racing in the dark and never really cresting before the sun—sermoning to the broke-down-boys of our generation. We … Continue reading

Story: Stephanie Austin


Maybe We Were Never Creative Enough My husband’s new roommate asks me to come upstairs and help her pick out an outfit to wear to a job interview. She used to be a legal assistant, she says, and she loved it but life happens and once she lived in New Mexico and she misses her … Continue reading

Story: Brian Michael Barbeito


Angels and Popsicles or St. Theresa at American Malls It’s a crescent moon there, but only for quick seconds. It gets drunk up like a quick libation by the storm clouds. See, the afternoon was overcast and now the night joins in on the trouble. It begins to rain. And hard. It hits the bricks … Continue reading

Story: Christopher DiCicco


So My Mother She Lives Among the Clouds* The thing about my father is he tells stories you wouldn’t believe. He says, “Simon, did you know there are dragons in these woods?” I have to shake my head because I don’t, because it’s necessary to admit I have no idea dragons live here if I … Continue reading

Stories: Allie Marini Batts


To Keep Warm* – for Muriel It was cold and raining and I was scheduled for the morning shift—not on purpose, but not accidentally—I didn’t ask for it off, because I wanted a way out of driving down to mark the passing years between when you were still here, and how long it’s been since … Continue reading


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