Anthony wants to be a man because he wants to be a Saint. He’d told Fr. Goering so. The priest had said sure, Anthony could do it, he’d just need to control himself.… Continue Reading
The main course was almost over when Donner Price’s heart burst from his chest onto the roast duck confit over garlic mashed potatoes, corn casserole and stemmed asparagus.… Continue Reading
He’d kept a full head of hair, barely any gray. Switched from Brylcreem to mousse because Gran bitched about him staining the pillowcases, but that night in his Burning Down the House suit, you could tell from the slickness and pungency he still had a tube of Brylcreem hidden somewhere and was going heavy with it for his big afternoon out.… Continue Reading
That’s what so many civilians don’t seem to understand. We’re not all gun-toting, dip-spitting, far right fuckheads who want to kill somebody and talk shit to ‘Lib-tards’ and collect American flag tattoos. Some of us, the vast majority of us, are just kids who wanted to go to college, to travel the world, to support our families.… Continue Reading
The back of the fat man’s shirt is splotched and looks like one of those ink tests they gave Bobby back in Arizona. “What do you see?” the shrink asked. Bobby saw two hairy pussies and the devil, but he only said he saw a goat when she asked because he knew what these tests were about.… Continue Reading
I didn’t know shit about birds, but for some reason watching them made me hopeful. Maybe something about rebirth and all that shit.… Continue Reading
He looked around on the empty street and wanted to scream at the top of his voice, he wondered how many people would jump out of their armchairs, from in front of the TV. Blue light was cast onto the streets, the bluish-grey light of the era before colour TVs. Everyone was watching it. The light penetrated their bodies, and their souls did their dance of death on its rays.… Continue Reading
If there’s any eye, he said to me, his breath hot in his chest some and raising his chin, it was His and it looks on all us alike, equal in its blessings and its curses. I been trying hard to force myself to believe it.… Continue Reading
Maybe those persimmon seeds are magic; maybe they’re just seeds. I have my suspicions. But they are at least an attempt to make sense of the future that is unknown to all of us.… Continue Reading
That’s like a teacher on syllabus day going, here’s the textbook and by the way, I will stab you a couple of times throughout the semester with this knife. Post your responses to the discussion board. … Continue Reading