Tag Archives: Fiction

Art’s Wife

Art’s Wife

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His eyes blinked like a machine gun’s stutter. He swirled his Chivas and mumbled something—I couldn’t hear it well over the racket of wild fucking in the bedroom. Maybe he said, “Mother would never have written that.”more

Storm Coming

Storm Coming

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On the ledge, the short man looked down. He felt the lonely tent behind him. In front of him, there was the storm, moving black and slow.more

We’re Proud of You, Darling

We’re Proud of You, Darling

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I take the handle of the vice and turn it clockwise. It’s so close to my eyes it’s out of focus. The screw turns a little and the sliding jaw presses against the left side of my head. I breathe out as much as I can in one go. I hold the nothing as long as I can before I breathe in again. It’s part of the ceremony.more

Quick Math

Quick Math

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Darrell stared at the room placard just below the peephole until his sight went out of focus. He made the numbers 404 transform, they shuffled and stretched, elastic, until they spelled out their true meaning as Darrell saw them. A warning: Death O’Death.more

Tacet

Tacet

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“This next piece shall be about silence,” he said. “A pure and simple quietude.”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

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

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

One Hundred Knives

One Hundred Knives

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I made a rule in the old apartment not to answer the phone during exercise time, but this was a new house, my house. I make a new rule, pull the phone out.more

What We Tell Ourselves

What We Tell Ourselves

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Our lives (N)sync whenever we look back.more