Author Archives: BULL Author

Dark Tourism

Dark Tourism

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Abraham Lincoln dies five times a day with two shows on Sunday, and it’s starting to give me a headache.more

Decision Tree

Decision Tree

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I think about dying a lot these days. But mostly that my crush Sheila might catch me dying. I once heard her tell another teacher that the sensitive boys are her favorite, though I don’t think that means sick boys.more

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction

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He had always felt that Red was someone you summed up over dark liquor and quickly forgot.more

Boca de Iguanas

Boca de Iguanas

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As the vivid tones of ocean and sand gave way to a more downcast layer, the heat began to fade. Far-off, bronze spots clustered toward every conceivable entrance, carrying fluorescent lines.more

The Tumor

The Tumor

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It was never part of the plan to have dinner with the tumor. But eventually it seemed like the only thing left to try. It didn’t go well.more

Wildcard Shorts

Wildcard Shorts

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I suspect I won’t show my girlfriend this story or essay or whatever it is. I know this is wrong, but the “process” is what’s keeping me alive, I think. more

Fat Camp Syllabus

Fat Camp Syllabus

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I fractured my penis driving the Zamboni. Before that, my mother disowned me. Before that, I sat shaving my legs like floating dreams above the blue line where hockey players shouted prayers to toothless gods. Before that, my father broke my nose with his figure skate.more

World’s Greatest Dad

World’s Greatest Dad

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It was Father’s Day, and two men were fighting in the Dollarama parking lot. One had a shirt that said, “World’s Greatest Dad.” I didn’t know if that’s what started the fight, but a shirt like that is a provocation, and that guy was getting the worst of it.more

Strong Swimmer

Strong Swimmer

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The man saved from drowning by a pod of dolphins wishes that everyone would stop going on about it. He is fed up with the requests for interviews; isn’t there any real news to report? He is sick of his mother saying he is lucky to be alive. If there’s one thing this experience has taught him, it’s that he’s a survivor, in fact he’s proven he’s pretty much invincible.more

Toronto snow plow driver arrested

Toronto snow plow driver arrested

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My job is to scrape. Rich holiday shoppers and the cheap mall do not want snow. They want what’s underneath: an ugly, grey hardscape. Banished to the edges of society’s parking lot, snow drips and drips well into spring when everyone is May and buying sandals. Dirty snow, having as many problems as I do, lives longer than it wants. more