Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

The Barber

The Barber

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The World’s Best Barbershop has a sign in the window with a number below the words Call Flame, and when you call Flame says he’ll be there in ten or fifteen minutes and eight minutes later rolls up in a ten-year-old Cadillac, tinted windows a quarter-rolled down so you can see his dry cleaning hangingmore

Two Stories

Two Stories

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A Man’s Life as Wet Dog Story There is nothing more lied about than a man’s life, because there are usually at least two groups of people lying: the man’s kingdom and those loyal to the man himself. A man goes to war and fights for his country, comes back to an indifferent horde ofmore

Floater

Floater

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And everything stays fine for a while. During this time life smells pretty fragrant to me even if the basic facts that comprise it haven’t really changed. more

Bringing it all Back Home

Bringing it all Back Home

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“I’ll take the I Love You Today,” I say. I take out a crumbled five dollar bill and hand it to her.more

Boys Play

Boys Play

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She should have gone grocery shopping, she thinks. She has to go anyway. Who was she kidding? She wanted to spy on him—she wanted to see what he was up to.more

On the Brink of Making my Big Move

On the Brink of Making my Big Move

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It’s just me and the stack. I adjust my chair. I breathe deep. I plant my feet. I Google productivity tips. I play a round of e-solitaire. I stare into my screensaver and see Marie laying with me in pixilated fields beneath a trademarked sun. more

Long Night in Olongapo

Long Night in Olongapo

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A weapon slung over his shoulder looked like a portable machine gun, and a child no older than 6 or 7 years old was crouched over the cop’s boots, shining them.more

Mr. Sentimentality

Mr. Sentimentality

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I wanted to reassure him, but I didn’t know how to explain that I was just storing things here because my roof had caved in, or that I had to leave soon for a night of driving drunks home from a strip club, or that I didn’t need to stay here because I was sleeping in a bouncer’s garage. Explain that to Dad? I wasn’t even sure I understood it myself.more

A Grifter in the Heartland

A Grifter in the Heartland

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He turned his face in the direction of travel and imagined that the world was upside down and he was running very fast to correct it.more

Sitting Ducks

Sitting Ducks

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She remembered the seconds of joy as she flew through the air, the crash of the bubbles fizzing their way up her body, but then how the chlorine burned her eyes when she opened them; when she discovered she couldn’t breathe, that she’d somehow got lost on her way back up.more