Fiction

The Police Inspector Leonard Frankenstein Trilogy: Crimes Solved In 500 Words Or Less

February 11, 2011

The 'You Light Up My Life' ringtone of his cell phone dragged him back to reality. “I’ve got to take this call…it’s Mommy,” he said to all at the crime scene. He ambled away from the crowd so that he could better hear his mother, a spry psychic who always called with the perpetrator’s...
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Cake

January 25, 2011

Cake. Cake everywhere. White icing splattered on the wall. Yellow cake like bare insulation stuck to the ceiling. Pink pulled sugar roses crushed into the carpet. The remnants of the Tasty FotoArt print were iced to the wall like a whitewash poster. A pile of liquefied cake in the center of the room held...
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Property Lines

January 6, 2011
Property Lines

The Ozrekovskys always went to some kind of church meetings, more often in the evenings than on Sunday mornings. Jason never seemed to me like the kind of guy who would want to attend church, but I thought his wife Melissa was making them go. The two teenagers were usually dressed up as if...
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Too Little…Too Late

December 1, 2010
Too Little…Too Late

The Lieutenant reached across the table to push Play on the recorder they’d removed from Trotter’s patrol car, and he turned the volume all the way up. One of the other troopers got up and shut off the noisy fan in the room. They really wanted to hear this.
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He & She

October 21, 2010

Fiction by Bob Iozzia

They will have three children: Jacques, Pamela and Phoebe. Phoebe will eventually insist on being called Terry. Pamela will then call herself Phoebe, since that coveted name will be available. This will screw-up her Social Security benefits and credit rating for the rest of her life. She...
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Off Panel

May 3, 2010

“Well kids, enjoy yourselves and don’t get hurt.” I stood up, taking pride in my calm and friendly departure, and nearly walked into Ella. She was gripping a handful of recent Force Girl issues and looking good in my ex-wife’s smooth hemp dress. For some reason she’d kept the mask on.
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I’m Not Buying That Cat Sake Anymore

March 22, 2010
I’m Not Buying That Cat Sake Anymore

What a great evening. By tacit agreement, no mention was made of the late-night calls she takes from Kuala Lumpur or of the strange notebook (all in French, for some reason) I found hidden in the basement. If Liza is a spy or a smuggler of some sort, we both felt it prudent to...
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Bless These Pants

February 1, 2010

by Joel Zlotnik Paul, his arms full of pants, stood in line with the other men. It looked to him like this was another department store going-out-of-business sale. Only if that were the case, the line would be mostly women and he wouldn’t be standing there in his underwear. Paul held every single pair...
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Right Here, Right Now

February 1, 2010
Right Here, Right Now

I spent the first few weeks of summer lolling by the pool, listening to the Dead Milkmen on my headphones and reading Jackie Collins novels while I carefully cultivated the deep, golden tan of my dreams. On cloudy days I’d stay inside and make mix tapes for my friend Zak, who would often drop...
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Did You Have a Good Time?

February 1, 2010

Keenan slid his soft palm ever so gently toward the crux of my elbow and said, “You’re gorgeous. And I like that you don’t drink.” This adorable, innocent man thought I was single and sober, which couldn’t have been further from the truth. I never had less than two liters of vodka in my...
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Editor’s Ramblings

New Look, Same Magazine

In the immortal words of the Brady kids:

When it's time to change, then it’s time to change
Don't fight the tide, come along for the ride, don't you see
When it's time to change, you've got to rearrange
Who you are into what you're gonna be

With the help of writer and webmaster Ian Shane, we have given ourselves a makeover. It was surprisingly easy and relatively painless. On the inside, we are still the same magazine. On the outside, we are slightly more fabulous.

Praxis takes pride in featuring established and up-and-coming writers. We are always looking for new material and fresh voices. Check out our submission guidelines to get an idea of the kind of work we are looking for, and peruse our stories to get a feel for what we like.

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Andie Ryan
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