Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

Sealskin

Sealskin

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The problem with people dying slowly was that they had time to be dramatic about it, to throw things about, and start their heroic little fires, and instill a general sense of disorder. We supposed, in any case, that the dying were entitled to some amount of theatricality.more

Sure, Why Not

Sure, Why Not

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Soon, probably, I’m going to kill Lori. She has it coming. When the live lobsters are ferried to the kitchen for steaming, the visions overwhelm me, divine visions of Lori’s dispatch by toothpick to the brain.more

THE LORD AND FATHER MURRAY

THE LORD AND FATHER MURRAY

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Breaking Wallace Goldberg’s nose for being constantly late on the juice. Or the time I took a sledgehammer to Dennis Quinn’s legs and left him in an open grave in St. Anthony’s Cemetery. That’s as much as she knows about me.more

Ice Man

Ice Man

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What he remembered was the earth unwinding below him like a bedsheet, patched in yellow and green. All intoxication blown away by the killing wind. He saw it clearly. The world was vaster and more various than anyone knew.more

Miscarriage Management

Miscarriage Management

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Obviously I couldn’t have his baby, because he was who he was, but also because the idea of existing in the world as a pregnant man made me sick to my stomach, and I’d been on testosterone for so many years it could cripple the tiny, growing thing.more

Chief Reactor Dynamics Analyst for the Molten Chloride Fast Reactor Prototype Unit at Idaho National Laboratory

Chief Reactor Dynamics Analyst for the Molten Chloride Fast Reactor Prototype Unit at Idaho National Laboratory

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The Chief Reactor Dynamics Analyst for the Molten Chloride Fast Reactor Prototype Unit at Idaho National Laboratory is a prudent man. He is a pensive man. He is a hardworking and fastidious man. He is not the sort of man who should be dreaming the dreams he’s dreaming.more

Mr. Thachi’s Horseshoe

Mr. Thachi’s Horseshoe

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The decoupaged cadaver sprawled on its back on the couch. The thing tried to win him over with a gaze in a fine print. A series of Frankenstein scars on a paper on its face. Mark was just a few steps away from barebacking its broken heart.more

Was I A Bad Boy?

Was I A Bad Boy?

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I wanted to shout, I got shot, but no one would’ve cared, and then after all that travel and hustle I got home and the silence crashed in on me like a wave.more

Minding Dominic

Minding Dominic

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I am quite in love with Veronica. I don’t mean the child in front of me, you pervert, I mean I’m in love with the idea of a Veronica, of a holy connectedness that could exist between people and the divine source of it, of all the human experience in microcosm.more

Ghost Tries to Haunt Already Haunted House

Ghost Tries to Haunt Already Haunted House

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Ghosts are severely misunderstood. Like we are all evil out to terrify humans. As if humans don’t terrify humans. As if we can haunt humans better than other humans can.
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