It seemed to me that there was an imprint of a lost me on the inside of a certain, special mask. A me that wasn’t lost and afraid. Could I find the right mask? Maybe it didn’t exist, and maybe there was no me to find at all.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
CAN WE STOP WITH ALL THE HITLER?
FICTION by Kurt BaumeisterYou have to love the Germans, their national sense of humor at least. One part British stodge, one part French aloofery, they’re unmoved by the banal jokes Americans love. But give them a hulking sexecutioner in black polythene and a Hello Kitty mask, and they’ll yuck it the fuck up.… more
DOOM’S DAY
FICTION by Anthony LandiciniI observe my multiscreened supercomputer slave away at its latest task I programmed for it: creating the most authentically erotic images of that flattop super mermaid Richard’s pet seems to adore so much. It is one of civilization’s great mysteries why that gorgeous creature doesn’t disappear from that plastic man’s grasp and be the much-desired queen for that fish man.… more
Deerhead
FICTION by Kate Arden McMullenWe all had dead people in our lives. We all had mamas, or somebody anyway, who told us that we would be with them again one day. I thought maybe that’s what funerals are for. So we can all be together believing the dead were all together, somewhere nice.… more
A Ridiculous Man: June 1996
FICTION by J. Haase VetterThe list always started with Acorn; that was one of the rules. For Linda, an acorn perfectly represented nature: clean lines, so compact. Roger liked how they reminded him of aroused nipples, taught and hard. Irresistible.… more
The Continuing Waltz of Obie P. Michaels
FICTION by John CrawfordThe Great Observationist is thinking about how when it comes, the headache will flatten him, but not as much as the dullness. About how the only thing worse than the headache and the dullness is the fear of never feeling anything again. About how withdrawal is an artistic mandate.… more
Back Seat Surprise
FICTION by M.E. ProctorMax didn’t care much for the poke in his heart when he looked at the boy, or the moisture in the corner of his eyes, or the hitch in his breathing, as if inhaling was a disturbance. There were no innocents in Max’s universe, only wolves and what they fed on.… more
Good Morning Person
FICTION by M.A. BoswellAside from saying odd catchphrases and singing random song lyrics, Andrew didn’t actually know how to functionally talk or have real conversations, he only said the same things over and over: the doughnut thing, lines from retro movies, choruses from heavy metal songs. It was like he was afflicted by lyrics and puns and corporate taglines.… more
CONFESSIONS OF A NARCISSIST AND HER PREY
FICTION by Lina MarinoI was on the verge of cataclysmic change. Supercharged. I sense things. Horse in a storm.… more
BULLSHIT YOU CAN TASTE
FICTION by Frank ReardonFather Manchette took a yardstick across my ass in front of the entire class. Sister Agnes poked my arms until little bubbles of blood popped up from my skin. “The deeds you do may be the only sermon people will hear today.” I repeated those words walking up and down Dorchester Avenue until Jesus unzipped the sky and turned on the lights.… more
