Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

Viewer Discretion Advised

Viewer Discretion Advised

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Lukas wasn’t talking to Jesus. He was thinking about words a straight boy would use to describe Amy’s boobs that he could later use with Mark. Melons? Knockers? A sack and a half of tits?more

Think Beyond the Breakers

Think Beyond the Breakers

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Another lumber-hucking workday in the yard had put a lil’ more wear on these soles. It barely covered the bills, but I had a spot in a cramped, too-many-dudes’ apartment, right on the sand; dude’s trying to become men, or men trying to remain young dudes.more

Letting Anna Go

Letting Anna Go

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It was about the onesie. The onesie for the dog. And maybe about the honey on the fridge, and the whole plumber episode. I think it’s about bad brain biochemistry.more

Three Stories

Three Stories

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i am an aircraft-grade titanium eagle screeching the pledge of allegiance as i hurtle towards target at a mile per second (fuck the metric system)more

Four Micros

Four Micros

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When I was learning the multiplication tables one day, Ms. Brower came in to tell me they were sending my mother upstate. I thought that meant into the air, someplace in the clouds. As if what must happen to those in such mental trouble cannot be rendered here on the ground. Their state must be taken up.more

Black Heart

Black Heart

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Before, they had only seen a white-haired, old guy. Now, they see an angry man armed with an axe and are silent.more

What Works for You

What Works for You

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Annie will shoot you in the back. She will cross a galaxy if it means she will have the last laugh. But she would never sit still, parlay and hang around in orbit, even if it meant saving the day. She would sooner kill the alien that comes in peace than share her world with its people.more

Template For Serious Literary Journal Short Fiction Submission

Template For Serious Literary Journal Short Fiction Submission

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There is no need for entertainment in this exercise. No mini marshmallows to ruin the cabbage. If there absolutely must be some action, killing the husband is always acceptable.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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That last comment—just another film school fuck-up—had gotten under his skin. Who’d said that anyway? Maybe he’d said it. It wasn’t impossible to say things like that to yourself.more

Pictures of You

Pictures of You

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The contrast of this monochromatic life is startling. We will eventually change our funeral attire and change the lens to gain a wider perspective, not so zoomed in on this noir summer of waiting, of letting go.more