Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

Miscarriage Management

Miscarriage Management

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Obviously I couldn’t have his baby, because he was who he was, but also because the idea of existing in the world as a pregnant man made me sick to my stomach, and I’d been on testosterone for so many years it could cripple the tiny, growing thing.more

C.W. Blackwell

C.W. Blackwell

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I wanted stories with working class people fed up with the daily grind, waking up to the idea that our economic system is built for a small fraction of people and that the American Dream is a kind of lullaby they sing to us to keep us showing up to work on time.more

The Third Less-Hot Hemsworth

The Third Less-Hot Hemsworth

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Life is a fucking roo and you’ve got to punch it in the dick before it knocks you out.more

Do You Know Mr. Brown?

Do You Know Mr. Brown?

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He’s been dead maybe ten minutes. Maybe thirty. Long enough for the ice in his Jameson-and-ginger to turn thin, to drift apart, their edges fraying into the map of something broken.more

Timing Is Everything

Timing Is Everything

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And—in that moment—she thought she was happy, but really, she was just drunkmore

Dad Jokes

Dad Jokes

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Knock, knock, you said. What? I said. You’re supposed to say who’s there, you said. Oh, I said, sorry, go again. No, you said, you ruined it.more

Chief Reactor Dynamics Analyst for the Molten Chloride Fast Reactor Prototype Unit at Idaho National Laboratory

Chief Reactor Dynamics Analyst for the Molten Chloride Fast Reactor Prototype Unit at Idaho National Laboratory

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The Chief Reactor Dynamics Analyst for the Molten Chloride Fast Reactor Prototype Unit at Idaho National Laboratory is a prudent man. He is a pensive man. He is a hardworking and fastidious man. He is not the sort of man who should be dreaming the dreams he’s dreaming.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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The arm snakes through the upside-down window, cuts a ninety-degree turn at the elbow, palm open in salutation. I only see the forearm: freckled, hardworking, like it belongs to an all-around good chap. It’s been waving a while. Now, it’s waving at me.more

Tragicomic Times on a Kitchen Night

Tragicomic Times on a Kitchen Night

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He twirls me around and then lifts me on the kitchen counter and starts singing loudly in his broken English. I shush him but he doesn’t stop. He dances in circles while the pan catches on fire and the smoke of burnt chicken fills up my nostrils.more

Mr. Thachi’s Horseshoe

Mr. Thachi’s Horseshoe

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The decoupaged cadaver sprawled on its back on the couch. The thing tried to win him over with a gaze in a fine print. A series of Frankenstein scars on a paper on its face. Mark was just a few steps away from barebacking its broken heart.more