MrBullBull

Come Back Just to Spite You

You can come back every day and see how it changes, how that fur and fat and meat and all that just goes away, and you’re left with a little pile of bones that don’t look like anything except bones.… More

Pink Sunglasses Taller Than She Was

FICTION by Michael Drezin

Before I heard my coin drop, I saw the shortest, whitest-haired, most wrinkled, bony-fingered, woman in the largest pink framed sunglasses I had ever seen, look her purse snatcher over like he was a blouse she was thinking of buying. Then pow! Her knee. His pee shooter. Perfect landing.… More

STEVE GERGLEY

BULL Interview by drevlow

I really only understand myself, and I’m a misfit and a weirdo who doesn’t know how to interact and communicate with people very well, so other misfits and weirdos are the types of people I really like writing about.… More

Chicken

FICTION by Shayne Langford

“It’s an animal,” Wife said. “It belongs outside with the birds and bugs and everything else with teeth.” I said, “He’s not an animal.” What I didn’t say was he was the only living thing I knew for sure would never leave me behind.… More

Disappearing Act

FLASH FICTION by Christopher Linforth

There’s a connection, a mutual understanding. Two waves one over. One grins. One breathes on one’s palm and sniffs hours-old choripán. Three’s favorite street food. One decides to chance it with two. Three will never find out. Three’s busy at home, a continent away, with half and third.… More

Cake And Ice Cream

CREATIVE NONFICTION by Jerome Newsome

“Malcolm was taking away her cake and ice cream,” Barry said, edging me up. “He should have known she was gonna fight for it.”… More

Automatonophobia

FLASH FICTION by Steven Whitaker

But Muppets don’t end with your TV screens. Did you know? They infiltrate your workplaces, your idols, your governments.… More

My Neighbor Pays Me $100 to Dress Up Like His Dead Daughter

FLASH FICTION by Christina Tudor

And that’s when he told me I reminded him of his dead daughter because we both have red hair, freckles, and look like we’re keeping everybody else’s secrets.… More

Claim Tickets

FLASH FICTION by Henrick Karoliszyn

For weeks after the blaze, I kept feeling like I was missing an essential item—my wallet, parts of my face, my entire body at times, but it seemed ridiculous because I was holding my wallet, could see my reflected face, and as far as I could tell, was still fairly alive. Still, some days I wasn’t sure.… More

See the Wild Dogs of North Charleston

FICTION by Stephen Hundley

See the wild painted dogs of North Charleston. The weak ones die, but the drive of those pregnant mother hounds snuffling the ditch-line for hours—to see them is to see ourselves. Something wild, their bodies bearing the scars of night fights and bad love and still they get up after a hard rain.… More

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