Category: Absurdist Fiction
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The psycho cookie man sat at a table and stared out the window. The noise of the others and the… Read more.
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A spiritual anthropologist sat in a diner in the city on a rainy Thursday morning. He looked out the large… Read more.
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I had deviled the salads for far too long when the clock struck negative one. A perplexing complex of half… Read more.
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I have licorice guts. Seemingly endless balls of fire, balls of fortune telling. The osprey float. Warm coffee in the… Read more.
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The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage,… Read more.
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The natural cage in which he walked was made of trees. The trail wound along the edge of the lake,… Read more.
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People stared at Bevin Elderberry and his creepy naked clown doll when passing by his table in the breakfast room… Read more.
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The first part of this story can be found HERE. “Why are you holding a naked clown doll?” the hotel… Read more.
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A cup of rain A bucket of pain A drum of love… I was walking into the café with a… Read more.
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I saw an old television set just sitting in the road. It wasn’t plugged in, but it was playing a… Read more.
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I scratched in my personal notebook with a blue ink pen because I was upset again: Why are you so… Read more.
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