Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

Both Nasty and Biblical

Both Nasty and Biblical

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It was what they had both wanted. Pulsing club music. Alan’s hands on the man’s hips. A bright smile with a wicked hook. When they kissed, it had been more like crashing. Collision.more

Lightning Over Pasadena

Lightning Over Pasadena

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The heavy rainfall had stopped, and the wide empty streets glistened with the changing colors of the traffic lights. It was almost midnight, but he never seemed to leave work earlier these days. Not that anyone waited up for him anymore, not after Alyson.more

Eat Me

Eat Me

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Everyone loved to bite me, to take little pieces of me whenever they felt like it.more

Tex Shochet

Tex Shochet

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The boat to Cyprus cost us only our labor. In the short time of many hours we formed the bond of work. We were not unflinching, but we worked through the flinches.more

Birthday Boy

Birthday Boy

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…And a channel opened between her and me, but shit I mean to tell you I was like holding my breath as I’m cutting and she’s telling me about her and Brian and if I hadn’t been cutting her hair I would have been crying so hard, but I knew if I let it out I wouldn’t be able to finish and the channel would close…more

Kiss Those Days Goodbye

Kiss Those Days Goodbye

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An old man is confronted with an existential terror encroaching upon his land.more

Luckily, There’s a Fix

Luckily, There’s a Fix

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Once upon a time, the mad world got even madder, and cheeseburgers started falling from the sky. more

TWO STORIES

TWO STORIES

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Two people climb up the sides of Mount Coffin on a dusky-dark November morning, only a half-mile apart, though they don’t know about each other yet.more

Loose Stitch, 1991

Loose Stitch, 1991

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It was a clear vision, a desire to be changed by something. more

Rescuing Jacobi

Rescuing Jacobi

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Saturday, 3:20 PM. The woods behind school. Our plan to get stoned hits a snag when Danny and I happen upon a four-foot-deep hole, and stand peering down at our teacher, Mr. Jacobi, immobile at the bottom. An evil, booze-infused smell fills the air.more