I’ll smear Hot Cheeto dust on the headrest of the passenger seat that sits empty and by accident cast a spell that ripples through stars and time. And those stars and time will stop. And a secret compartment will open upon the Chevy dashboard. And up will pop a button the color of Lake Superior. And that button will say “REWIND.”… more
Author Archives: BULL Author
St. Petersburg
FICTION by Devin JacobsenIt is my firm belief that a fellow should always marry a gal who’s head and shoulders smarter than he is, that way he knows he’ll never be having to worry about having to worry about nothing.… more
Arm-Cami
FICTION by Lukas TallentI worried she had fallen asleep, then wondered why exactly our relationship had never been sexual, why I had started to think of everyone in these terms.… more
The Day the Lions Won the Super Bowl
FICTION by Elijah SparkmanAfter the clock ran out, they, NFL admins or whoever, walked real lions out onto the grass. The real-life lions were distinguished and strong. Big manes and bigger claws. Clear-eyed and assured, the way we’d always wanted to be, us fans, really, in the deepest part of our football-watching souls, which now we were.… more
COPS AND COMFORTABLE CLOTHES
FICTION by Dave NewmanI’d bought my first dress for six bucks because I was the only waiter in the restaurant and I thought it would be funny. Then I thought it would be hilarious to buy another dress. Then a skirt. I liked working with women. I liked the gossip. I liked the feel of the fabrics. I liked being less restricted.… more
The Build-Up
FICTION by Hunter McLendonI started dating this girl named Nichole, hoping to prove that I was straight, that I was a boy. That I was the things I was supposed to be. But I didn’t think about her when I masturbated. Instead, I imagined Zack in his football uniform.… more
Spinoffs, The Jimmy Carter Impersonation, and Other Unravelings
FICTION by Mike BagwellI want to observe the scandal of sun on grass. I want to use a 3D model of myself as a dildo. I want to pass it down the generations, the heirloom dildo of myself. I want all of my personae to make love and to love me back. I want my personae to crawl back in my void cock.… more
Are We Decent People?
FICTION by William JensenI didn’t think about my wife. I didn’t think about our daughter or the aggravation she’d put us through. I didn’t think about right or wrong. That evening, the only thing that consumed me was a sense of violent redistribution. Someone had to pay.… more
Do You Remember How I Used to Dance?
FICTION by HW WalkerShe used to have the fluted arms and legs of a bird, dancer’s legs, and he remembered how it had seemed like she could take flight at any moment, not just through her body but through her will, her reflex and poise conspiring with that hardened inner part of her. Now he saw that innermost part of her struggling against her body as if it were caged.… more
Validation
FICTION by Jennifer LaiShe tried to explain it once, but then she started crying and I couldn’t take it cos it reminded me of how much she cried after dad left so I told her to please stop crying cos then I’ll start crying too and that I totally got it even though I didn’t get it and then she stopped crying and I never asked her about it again.… more
