Short Story
A memory (of Love and Sex)
When I was twenty-something I was living in a small studio apartment. I had no money to afford a real apartment. The studio was possibly less than five square meters. It was inside an old building in Parma, in the north of Italy. The building was in the middle of the Arab neighborhood. People told […]
Endlessly Every Bitter Thing
“Rejoice,” he said. “It has been three weeks since the last confirmed natural death.”
Fireworks
The fiery crackles and the smattering splashes of carnival colors set against the backdrop of the starry night sky drew people from their homes in slow droves, as he knew it would. Family after family waded into their yards barefoot, lush summer grass tickling their toes as orgasmic smorgasbords of light and sound erupted above […]
Endings
“He smiled a little and breathed in deeply. She was beautiful, he thought. Absolutely beautiful. And he was going to leave her.”
Anon.
A short story about the hacktivist group Anonymous that may yet become the first chapter of a novel.
St. Elmo’s Fire
“I have scars as deep as the river Nile laced with thorns,” she sang. He sat by the bay and draped himself in her pain. “Tell me your story.” “Satan forced me to drink his blood. Broken glass and pointy edges. I regurgitated heaven and he cursed me from then […]
