All these years on the road and I’ve never done anything like that before. What really unnerves me is how I barely feel guilty.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
A Company Man
FICTION by Benjamin GibbonsMy supervisor, Brian Waggingham, says that Olfactory Response Experts are like taste-testers or test-drivers. Instead of dipping fries in new condiments at Craft-Heinz or taking the latest Audi for a spin around a track, we smell cat feces and urine.… more
Barricade
FICTION by Hollis BlackProminent signage warned that the home was protected by “Smith and Wesson,” and the owner had six good reasons to stay away. Walter Jesup didn’t need to spray and pray. He was a crack shot ever since his service days.… more
Nemesis
FICTION by Nicholas De MarinoI don’t want to throw up in front of Medusa again, but she outranks me. “Are you really gonna do this?” she asks like it’s the first time. But it’s not.… more
The Heat Always Rises
FICTION by George OleksandrovychWhile most people came to the sauna to unwind, Ivan came to dominate.… more
The 11th
FICTION by Kate MaxlowThe 11th hole tends to be where a kid admits their suicidal ideation, so that’ll slow things down. Anyway, you may have to provide an extra ball if it goes too deep into the water. We’ve put up some netting, but it only seems to work about half the time.… more
Anniversary Hit
FICTION by John McMahonWe’re not going to do him like in Buffalo. Does this look like fucking Buffalo? Is there four feet of snow on the ground? You see any rusted-out Camaros parked in front of pawn shops out here? This has got to look like an accident.… more
Guide My Slay
FICTION by Devin James Leonard“What’s this talk of hunting with a twenty-two?” his dad says. “That’s too small a caliber.”
“Not if you want what you’re hunting to suffer,” Daryl says. “I want to take you into the woods, Dad, and shoot you a hundred times over before you die.”… more
Hotline
FICTION by Brett BiebelIf you’re not rich or famous or powerful, then you’re just you, the guy nobody wants to hear whine.… more
Goat Rock
FICTION by Adam ForresterAs I climb, I remember all the times I’ve gotten ear infections from lake water that looked just like the green, muddy water below. I look down again and see the sign on the bank next to Damion. NO SWIMMING, it says. I keep climbing. Damion keeps shouting.… more
