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Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

Good Morning Person

Good Morning Person

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Aside 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

CONFESSIONS OF A NARCISSIST AND HER PREY

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I was on the verge of cataclysmic change. Supercharged. I sense things. Horse in a storm.more

BULLSHIT YOU CAN TASTE

BULLSHIT YOU CAN TASTE

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Father 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

Range Balls

Range Balls

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Curt Schilling had bled through his sock, Michael Jordan had battled through the flu, Kerri Strug had stuck it to the Russians on a bum ankle. If Sam sincerely aspired to have his moisture-wicking quarter-zip hung in the proverbial rafters, he would have to overcome adversity.more

Three Stories

Three Stories

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People think I killed my octogenarian dad on Father’s Day, but that’s not true. It was the day after. In my dreams.more

The Summer of All Things Family

The Summer of All Things Family

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The sky was white like withering parchment. I was pacing and sweat-slicked, sunscreen burning my eyeballs. I had a choice: be a normal man with freakish tendencies or a freakish man with normal tendencies. The former, I thought, was harder to forgive.more

Help Our Neighbors Who Are On Fire

Help Our Neighbors Who Are On Fire

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She stood over him, naked as the moon. I had never seen her like that. Her skin looked hot and fluid under that weak light, like the skin of some Greek snake goddess we’d learned about in school. I couldn’t tell where she ended and the shadows began.more

The Death Collector

The Death Collector

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Death in a bag. Makes no sense, you say? Why would anyone want to have anything to do with death? For that matter, why would anyone want to carry death around with them? But it makes sense. It does. It makes an awful lot of sense, if you think about it. more

Calling the Boys Home

Calling the Boys Home

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Teddy and I have grown up together here on the Pee Dee. But Teddy left about a month ago for Clemson University. Said he was going to study agriculture and come back to help his daddy. He will be back. This place is like a boomerang. Shoots you out into the world, but you get slung right on back.more

Goodbye Blue Monday

Goodbye Blue Monday

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Even though it’s irrational, for some reason, Jake wants to blame his mother. As if her bad energy and DNA linger off him like a scent that attracts predators.more