Fiction
Likable
Each time she opened her mouth, whoever was nearby liked her a little less.
The suicidal tendencies of my neglected notebook
My notebook wrote this to me recently…
The Blood Jet
He was never nice, yet I let him move in. This, I thought, was experience.
The Path Between Two Dogs
The still very young man took the staircase. There was nothing fanciful, it didn’t arc down with a grand flourish or bore in the way a submarine’s stairs do; it just fed down into the surface predictably and deliberately, one step at a time, carrying him closer to the sound of the train. A witness […]
From Adam to Atom
The frustration in Evalyn’s eyes was changing colors. She dangled, feet to the wind, beneath a plume of parachute. “Jonathon!” She tried to kick his apathetic limbs but couldn’t reach. He looked at her with a smile and joked about the loss of her shoe. “I’m serious, man. We’re stuck!” “Look, Evalyn. They told us […]