Fiction

Fiction
Here.

Here. I’d die for a hit right now. It is March and the lake has only just thawed. I’m thinking about this town, and how I ended up back here. After everything, I’m here. I heard Lily is in pre-med, that Max is helping build a school in Haiti. And here I am. Twenty pounds […]

Mar 8, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
What is Caesar’s Role?

Day 1: Introductions A college kid named Blake pulled into a $5.3 million dollar mansion in the mountains near a Utah ski town to watch over an autistic highschooler named Caesar for the New Year’s weekend and they had a lot of plans on their schedule, made by Blake’s mother, like the Farmer’s Market, the […]

Mar 7, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
I walk upon the water like it’s easier than land

“We’re drifting, Joey. How long are we going to drift like this? You really think we’re gonna just shore up in Luang Prabang and stumble on Leona’s expat-birth-mother? I know I’m beating a dead horse, and I know we’re all the way out here… but I think that’s what’s making me realize. Joey, something doesn’t […]

Mar 7, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
BIRDS

When To Fly Away

Mar 4, 2017
Fiction | In Translation
Phone Call From Hell

“We want you to write something for our anthology, the Malignant One explained.”

Mar 3, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
Rough Landing

They’d landed on a thin strip of bumpy tarmac less than ten minutes ago. Staring out the window, Ava didn’t spot the ground until they broke through the thick smog and suddenly there it was. The wheels collided with the ground, leapt back up, then dropped again. Ava bounced in her seat, hands clutching the […]

Feb 25, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
The Agoraphobe’s House

She drank a bottle of poison. It must have been household cleaner. His poem doesn’t specify.

Feb 24, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
Reenie & The Angel Boy

“The skeleton branches on the trees above us, like the scene was playing on a television and someone was fucking with the tint, the wind blowing shapes around, moving curvy limbs, branches, sticks.”

Feb 22, 2017
Fiction | From the Archives of
The Hunley

“Whenever you do think of reaching out for the line, it’s been easier for you to fire up another bong load, turn up the music and lose another day.”

Feb 22, 2017