Category Archives: FICTION

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Hard Drives

Hard Drives

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I didn’t want to talk to Harvey about stars. I wanted to ask him, Have you ever kissed someone who didn’t contain 99.9 percent of your DNA?more

Cinesthetic

Cinesthetic

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and now it was 1997 and john gambler sits on the number 63 w/his headphones on listening to jane’s addiction, thinking that ghosts don’t just haunt the corridors and staircases of old broken down houses. sum ghosts come to the derelict hearts a the livingmore

Crawlspace

Crawlspace

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There it was. The Code. The modern-day oracle of all things irritating. A QR symbol glowing smugly from the TV, waiting to be scanned like some ancient relic from the Temple of Inconvenience. He stood. “Okay,” he said. “Okay.”more

Pet

Pet

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She looked disheveled, bloodless and tired. Like she no longer believed in the utility of the comb, or showers. But instead of burying her beauty, it intensified it. She looked like a lost soul everyone was meant to save; I was trying my best to.more

Three Men

Three Men

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I should have known the star buckos were star buckos, not comet miners or spacefaring surgeons, which is what they claimed to be. I should have known by their magenta trousers and face tattoos, their moon-rock nose studs and costume jewelry. I should’ve known!more

Prometheus’ Daughter Invents Lemonade

Prometheus’ Daughter Invents Lemonade

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My dad gave me eighty dollars for new textbooks. I used it to dig your grave.more

Really Getting It Going

Really Getting It Going

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They were really getting it going at the Duncans’. Going at it presumably as hard as good people felt they had the leeway to go in the presence of children.more

My Condolences

My Condolences

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After I heard Carolyn’s brother died I figured I should buy her some flowers. I mean, if my brother got high and fell in front of a train I’d want some flowers.more

Username Game

Username Game

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It’s a sorry-ass way to go through life, being sorry that you take up space.more

Bloodsuckers

Bloodsuckers

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She looked at me with that gorgeous face twisted into its worst shape: pity. I hoped she would get hit by a slow-moving car on her way across the street. Just enough to tip her over, the cabbie honking and screaming out his window, her big round ass hitting a red road reflector as she goes down.more