Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

Edgar Allan Poetry

Edgar Allan Poetry

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My wife, she writes children’s books. They’re educational and give the kids practical advice. Her bestseller is Pete The Pedophile, which teaches children to stay away from grown men who wish to have sex with them.more

Kisses

Kisses

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My body kissed the concrete. You threw punches and kicks. One of them wagged a finger in your face, and you bit it. “You’re such pussies. Is that really all you got?” you said, taunting them, while I just lay there.more

*Flatulence

*Flatulence

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I grab the ice bucket from the dresser, but there’s a thumb in there, so I don’t want to use it. I check my hands to see if it’s my thumb, but it isn’t.more

When you meet up with an old fling at a Boston sushi bar but she doesn’t know you’re trans yet

When you meet up with an old fling at a Boston sushi bar but she doesn’t know you’re trans yet

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Every day is a new performance for me. Today, I’m on stage as Punk Boy: Mannequin Pussy tank. Black Levi’s. Nail color: black.more

Retail Theft Abatement

Retail Theft Abatement

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If he has a sexual encounter, he would have to confess to the collective. Abusing white supremacists would be a way of justifying such involvement, but he does not know if sleeping with clients is a mortal or venial infraction of the collective’s moral code.more

The Corpse Seeker’s Picnic

The Corpse Seeker’s Picnic

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The day six version of him was an ugly puddle of a man—his shattered knees spreading, his severed nubs flexing, his bagged kitten remonstrations now guttural and sullen. The sting to him had returned, his scheming soul looking to grab, his sawdust compassion dried to a sneering paste.more

A Breakdown

A Breakdown

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I like a little junk in the trunk. I ain’t your typical white guy.more

Outed by the Storm

Outed by the Storm

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“You know how things happen and your brain just can’t quite compute, it all seems like some hilarious joke. I can handle everything else, but the idea of lying awake another night wanting to strangle an innocent woman snoring on the cot next to me—”
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The Field

The Field

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You went to school, went to Mass every Sunday, whether you liked it or not, made the sacraments, blew out birthday candles each year on your day, finished high school and went to college, and that was that—there was no arguing other options.more

Have an egg rolll baby

Have an egg rolll baby

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A television mounted high on the opposite wall showed white women with facelifts and fake tits screeching at one another while drinking wine. He checked the time on his phone. Leaving the house for even an hour was taking a chance.more