Fiction Issue
'Undergrad'
The narrator recounts six brushes with rape in college. In short troubling episodes, he describes things he heard and victims he met—both accuser and accused.
'Love Stories' by Ottessa Moshfegh
Power oscillates between a man and woman who are trying to make something happen, but can never quite get there.
'Hell,' a Short Story by Benjamin Nugent
A professional interrogator teaches frat boys how to run a proper hell week.
'Family Picnic,' a Short Story by Robert Coover
A family takes a picnic in their new smart car. They are attacked by helicopters and have other troubles.
'He Had Tried to Have His Testicles Removed on the NHS'
A metaphysical meditation on the meaning of life, told in the form of the spiritual awakening of a man who wanted to be a woman in Britain.
'Job Market'
A divorced man remembers the last days of his marriage, when he tried to convince his wife to get a job.
VICE Magazine's Tenth Annual Fiction Issue Is Now Online
Ten years ago, it felt like there were a lot of big magazines publishing fiction. In 2016, we are one of the few magazines that still publishes fiction in almost every issue, in addition to this, our yearly fiction issue. That's something.
Listen to James Franco Read Our 2014 Fiction Issue
Here's another reason to blow your rent money on an iPad. For this summer's fiction issue, we asked our good friend and VICE columnist James Franco to choose a few of his favorite stories and read...
Fan Fiction
I lived in a basement beneath a French professor and his wife, who taught German at a dying school for girls. When Agnes visited, there was the sharp, joyous smell of new tires. That was the smell the blue vibrator released when cleaned.
History
Lately I have run into Troy everywhere. I spotted him at a Whole Foods squeezing summer fruits. I swayed next to him one boozy night at a Wilco concert on the beach. Often I attempt to catch his eye, but he never looks at me.
The Ransom of Samantha
The detective who showed up at 5 AM was not much older-looking than Samantha's friends. (Not that Samantha ever hung out with clean-cut guys like this. Why should she when there were still heroin addicts in bands who needed a doormat?)
We’re Watching the Trees
Millie Anthony is 38. Middle of the night. Lying there in the still bedroom, looking toward the window. A man called Jeff lies beside her. “We’re watching the trees again,” she says.