Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

127 Feet

127 Feet

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John felt unoriginal—an insurance company office worker offing himself in his cheap apartment. But this weapon had balls. His friends and family could take pride in knowing he’d killed himself in this way.more

Bad Junk

Bad Junk

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Right from the start, sum things you know you’re gunna fuck right up. Still, it would a been easier if China Joe hadn’t stuck that dart in Bobby Chopp’s arm and shooting him full a Hero cut with Ajax.more

Early Forms

Early Forms

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A chance to go to a house party where the Butthole Surfers might be living with Timothy Leary is too good to pass up but does lead one to making new life choices.more

Dasein for Dummies

Dasein for Dummies

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Famously, Heidegger didn’t get knock-knock jokes. Also his erections weren’t a mouthful like his metaphysics, so I’ve read. His Poiesis, in other words, was punymore

FF

FF

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This was a new kind of loss. A historical loss. A full sleeve of human shit, soaked up into vintage Champion cotton like a sponge made by Satan’s Etsy store.more

KART WARS (Working Title)

KART WARS (Working Title)

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You almost had me?  You never had me!  You never had your kart!more

A Foot in the Door

A Foot in the Door

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If Max were gay and Cliff the boyish Mormon had a different god, the 25-year-old loser in stained sleepwear would’ve asked for a kiss. But that would be too much, even in a fantasy world.more

The Moose

The Moose

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I’m slightly embarrassed that the moose is seeing me in my Jockeys. At least these are from a fresh pack. When they’re new they hug better and my junk bulge must seem more masculine to the animal.more

Cleaning My Oven

Cleaning My Oven

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Tony hates that I have a vibrator, almost like he’s jealous of it. He’s jealous of a lot of shit. He found photo of me and my friend kissing at her 19th birthday, and he called me a dirty whore who deserved to be punished. I thought about that as I came. I was a dirty whore and I did deserve to be punished.more

lamentations 3:32

lamentations 3:32

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everything is dusty and dead, with dust still hovering in the air from his car. he stands there, quiet, a small smile on what could only be described as a head still growing into the manmore