Category Archives: Fiction

Dating

Dating

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When I was fifteen I slapped a state trooper and later that day my youth service counselor grabbed my arm so tight I had to listen. I needed to be like other girls, he said, even if I had to fake it.more

Under the Bridge

Under the Bridge

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The reports would all say the same thing: that he had ventured here in violation of safety protocols. That his death, far from an accident, was the logical outcome of a cascade of mistakes, poor judgements, and bad decisions.more

Mustache

Mustache

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He lights and drags. He passes it to you. You take it and inhale. You will do anything, you realize, and this thrills you more than it scares you.more

Hard-Boiled Funeral

Hard-Boiled Funeral

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Back at the graveside, Larry was still dead. Incense burned and was wafted around, dirt got tossed in the grave.more

All the Dead Things Come Back to Haunt Me After You Leave

All the Dead Things Come Back to Haunt Me After You Leave

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You asked me three times to clean the smudge off the ceiling. I said I would but I kept forgetting. I think this is one reason. more

Home at the Stretch

Home at the Stretch

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One of my earliest memories is of my mother turning a baseball game on the radio while waiting for me to fall asleep for an afternoon nap.more

Death Stalked Him Like a Matador

Death Stalked Him Like a Matador

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I knew then what it meant, to bleed slowly from the heart.more

Trump Rally

Trump Rally

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I glance at my mom, who is squinting and fanning herself with a MAGA pamphlet, and I’m not sure how much she’s understanding. There are thousands of unmasked white people around us and I’m so paranoid my chest is throbbing, but this is precisely the point.more

My Lost Decade

My Lost Decade

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I spilled milk where one was not supposed to spill milk, soiled myself at the most inopportune times, incessantly chewed a green rubber ring into a slobbery mess, and cried in the middle of church services, head after angry head turning to see my parents whisking me away down the center aisle. “Shhhh,” my parents whispered, but I knew they really wished to say, “Get yourself together, dude. You should see yourself right now!”more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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34 is the slowest in the pool, which shouldn’t surprise anybody, because he’s new. He started swimming a month ago, probably because his mom told him to lose weight. He has these chubby cheeks, and his swimsuit is a size thirty-four, hence the name. All of us wear thirty-two or smaller, and 34’s suit hardly even fits as it is.more