The doorbell rang and I stepped outside and bloodied my sheepskin slippers in dead squirrel parts. I saw her Volvo speed off, filling the street with the goosey honking of its horn. I wrapped the squirrel carcass in the ruined doormat and tossed both in the trash. I didn’t know what else to do… more
Author Archives: BULL Author
Homer Postcard & Victim of a Crime
FICTION by Kurt Mullen“You should see this piece of land I have,” he said. “Most days, it’s just me and the dog out there, and it’s beautiful.” It was the last thing I heard him say before he said goodbye. He was building a house. When he got back from six weeks in Portland it would be fall approaching winter, and even if he paid somebody to keep his worksite clear of snow, what kind of shape would he be in, working in the cold? … more
Always the Alpha
FICTION by Tommy DeanMy boy, Tanner, has got himself in some mud up at the school. The principal, Mr. Holler, called me at work, and now I have to go and look that man in the eye, and try to keep my temper. Hours of lost wages, insurance premiums on the rise, and we both know my boy… more
Holiday: a Monologue on Family and the Things They Leave Behind
FICTION by Adam Van WinkleBecause the holidays are about family…even for shitty families… more
The Mustache Game
FICTION by Benjamin DeVosMy roommate Frank is playing the mustache game. The mustache game is when you stick a piece of tape to the television set, and every time the tape looks like a mustache on a person’s face, you have to chug your beer. It’s just Frank playing alone, laughing and drinking. He smells like beef vegetable… more
Reducing and Other Failures
FICTION by Alana MohamedWhen Jeanette goes missing, I do not blame the swamp. It seems stupid to accuse the swamp of being anything other than a swamp.… more
Bugs and Olive
FICTION by Brittany BronsonGabe’s father sat in a camping chair with the trailer’s operating manual, which he read like the Bible, every morning, and made notes along the margins with a fine-tip pen. Out of a newly formed routine, Gabe felt the urge to compare him to some type of bird, but found it difficult due to his father’s arsenal of rifles lined against the trailer’s paneling. Gabe interpreted this as a kind of political statement, but his father claimed he was just being prepared: He believed that bear was coming back.… more
I Ended Up Saying Something
FICTION by Matthew BoyarskyI came to know them all. I knew them well enough to hate them. Except the artist. I grew to love the artist.… more
The Great Invader
FICTION by Daniel ElderA cool breeze swept out of the nearby hills. Summer’s death rattle. We lingered in the playground across the field from the Great Invader as long as we could, knowing our parents would expect us home soon. Shanker hung from the jungle gym, lifting his chin again and again above the high bar. Caleb and… more
