Cinesthetic

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and now it was 1997 and john gambler sits on the number 63 w/his headphones on listening to jane’s addiction, thinking that ghosts don’t just haunt the corridors and staircases of old broken down houses. sum ghosts come to the derelict hearts a the livingMore

Indeterminate

Indeterminate

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Red is alarm, a fire, emergency, impending disaster. Red is blood, a jagged wound, the color of searing pain. Red is fury, volatility, a tantrum, the angry man who says you’re not enough or maybe you’re too much.More

Manny Torres

Manny Torres

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The violence in my stories is how I come to terms with the terrible things in the world. Trafficking, animal cruelty, war, and murder are terrible things, so I write what I write to come to terms with the ugliness of it all.More

Crawlspace

Crawlspace

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There it was. The Code. The modern-day oracle of all things irritating. A QR symbol glowing smugly from the TV, waiting to be scanned like some ancient relic from the Temple of Inconvenience. He stood. “Okay,” he said. “Okay.”More

Two Stories

Two Stories

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My girlfriend and I made a deal: she could go back to Boston but I got to keep her head. She did the severing and everything—I just watched. Held her hand because I knew it’d be a while ‘til I could hold it again. It unnerved me how dry it was.More

Pet

Pet

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She looked disheveled, bloodless and tired. Like she no longer believed in the utility of the comb, or showers. But instead of burying her beauty, it intensified it. She looked like a lost soul everyone was meant to save; I was trying my best to.More

Three Men

Three Men

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I should have known the star buckos were star buckos, not comet miners or spacefaring surgeons, which is what they claimed to be. I should have known by their magenta trousers and face tattoos, their moon-rock nose studs and costume jewelry. I should’ve known!More

Prometheus’ Daughter Invents Lemonade

Prometheus’ Daughter Invents Lemonade

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My dad gave me eighty dollars for new textbooks. I used it to dig your grave.More

Failing, Failed

Failing, Failed

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Tonight love looks like burning worms and black smoke.More

Goodnight FailArmy

Goodnight FailArmy

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There’s a “best falls ever” compilation on mute. All I can think is this is the fucking life as a man jumps onto a trampoline and falls through it, keeps falling through the earth itself, forever, his whole body eventually shattered into nothing by the core.More

Really Getting It Going

Really Getting It Going

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They were really getting it going at the Duncans’. Going at it presumably as hard as good people felt they had the leeway to go in the presence of children.More