Fiction
| Short Story
Endlessly Every Bitter Thing
“Rejoice,” he said. “It has been three weeks since the last confirmed natural death.”
Fiction
| Short Story
The Edge of Things
When I was seventeen years old, I lost 30 pounds in two days, and it took all the blood, shit, sweat, tears, snot, saliva I could live without. I ran and I ran and I ran and when I collapsed from exhaustion, I crawled. Only calories I got were from ice chips and Pedialyte, and […]