Fiction by Jeremiah Suit | “I can move your ass out of here so bright and so fast with a Jewish attorney, you’re going to feel like your ass was skinned, baby. You think you’re the last woman on Earth I can get?” That’s where my head was at—I had gone full-Bukowski
read moreFiction by Leo Vladimirsky | The Puppy Love clinic on Prospect Park West sat between a chain coffee shop and one of those nostalgia studios where people went to make apps the old-fashioned way. As Madison crossed the street, she noticed that the sign above the door was flickering with cubic artifacts, words flipping every few seconds
read moreFiction by Br0dysseus | His phone distilled the day’s events: crown moldings, placards for Maulbertsch, hazy steins of beer. The last picture showed him and Cullen. They were seated in a velour booth, faces jaundiced by a bromidic candelabra. Terry wore an azure turtleneck, Cullen—an oxford button-down
read moreFiction by Jeremiah Suit | “But Daddy, since the sickness, nobody care about money no more. Bitches gettin’ jacked for they socks and hand sanitizer,” Candy said, emphatically, trying her damnedest to sound small and afraid
read moreFiction by Miles McNaughton | I yanked the seatbelt over his neck and pinned the gun to his leg. It went off, going straight through the driver’s seat. Julian yelled, going first for his ears, and then for his chest. The Mexican was throwing himself back and forth to turn around. His gun was in his hand…
read moreFiction by Elmore Collins | We were tired. So tired. It’s hard to tell you how tired we were. Things weren’t that bad until our second was born. A little boy with a cleft lip
read moreFiction by Oren | I, Chris Dawson, live alone, ensnared by malevolent forces, harassed by petty authorities, my tenuous asylum maimed by the wounds of prejudice and perjury
read moreBook Extract by Simon Rowat | In the novel’s tense opening chapter, a family is torn apart by some particularly odd goings on in the night
read moreFiction by Stuart Ross | “Look at this light,” we say, as we walk the walled-in Vatican, and history agrees the pooling of light at the Vatican is rich, magnificent, just superb. We walk for hours among the priceless masterpieces, until we’re finally in the Sistine Chapel.
read moreFiction by Elmore Collins | Idiot-speak, I think, looking around the room at the sea of fools who are lapping it up. Not one word of substance, only platitudes, meaningless drivel
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MAN’S WORLD is now available, for the very first time, as a high-quality printed magazine. Across 200 glorious pages, you’ll find everything that made the digital magazine the sensation that it was – the best essays, the most brilliant new fiction, interviews, art, food, sex, fitness – and so much more.
MAN’S WORLD is now available, for the very first time, as a high-quality printed magazine. Across 200 glorious pages, you’ll find everything that made the digital magazine the sensation that it was – the best essays, the most brilliant new fiction, interviews, art, food, sex, fitness – and so much more.
