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Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

MEET ME AT THE QUARTERDECK

MEET ME AT THE QUARTERDECK

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That’s what so many civilians don’t seem to understand. We’re not all gun-toting, dip-spitting, far right fuckheads who want to kill somebody and talk shit to ‘Lib-tards’ and collect American flag tattoos. Some of us, the vast majority of us, are just kids who wanted to go to college, to travel the world, to support our families.more

Canastota

Canastota

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The back of the fat man’s shirt is splotched and looks like one of those ink tests they gave Bobby back in Arizona. “What do you see?” the shrink asked. Bobby saw two hairy pussies and the devil, but he only said he saw a goat when she asked because he knew what these tests were about.more

Back Then

Back Then

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He looked around on the empty street and wanted to scream at the top of his voice, he wondered how many people would jump out of their armchairs, from in front of the TV. Blue light was cast onto the streets, the bluish-grey light of the era before colour TVs. Everyone was watching it. The light penetrated their bodies, and their souls did their dance of death on its rays.more

How to Hit a Woman

How to Hit a Woman

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That’s like a teacher on syllabus day going, here’s the textbook and by the way, I will stab you a couple of times throughout the semester with this knife. Post your responses to the discussion board. more

Home Instead

Home Instead

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Smash the front door in with the pickup, says Dad. I considers it: a cement step, the sunken garden next to it, the brick around the frame, the new pickup. How about a locksmith? I built it sixty years ago, he says. It’s pretty strong. But you’re driving, he concedes.more

The Well of Hidden Dreams

The Well of Hidden Dreams

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What had followed was a cycle, an expulsion of amassed pain. It could not be dispelled nor evaporated, it had to be unleashed the way clouds poured the rains they harbored, rather than condensed into the buried recesses of wells. Despite her sins, she has suffered plenty.more

more secret wars

more secret wars

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I thought maybe they were canceling operations. Or maybe terminating my contract. For good this time. Real good. Maybe they wanted to do it in public, make a big show of it. I’d rather they handle these matters in private, in some musty old brick warehouse somewhere, in some back alley, on a secret plane to nowheresville, maybe tossing my body out over a swamp. There is a dignity to that, a flair to it.more

Clint

Clint

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Clint preferred showing over telling, the width of his shoulders, the location of his feet. He invited the clients to watch him, to learn from his form, his steady, even reps, balanced sets that worked each muscle group. Clint was a specimen of physical human potential. We all had something to learn.more

The 99 Days of Hell

The 99 Days of Hell

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The couple said, “it will get better.” They said, “let’s do that tomorrow.” They said, “we got through today and it could’ve been worse.” They said, “God willing,” and they said, “from your mouth to God’s ears.” The husband said, “that’s like robbing Peter to pay Paul,” and death rattled inside him.more

Stacking Napkins

Stacking Napkins

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Working somewhere as temporary and replaceable as a fast food restaurant, you can pick a new identity and try it on for a season. I become obedient, quiet. It’s easier that way.more