Fiction – Page 2 – cereal after sex

It’s Christmas Eve in a town the color of burgundy and pine Cold stars and tattered clouds float within the… Read more.

Naked Clown

A coffee clown sits in a silver diner He looks out the window and watches the rain He thinks about… Read more.

I had deviled the salads for far too long when the clock struck negative one. A perplexing complex of half… Read more.

Breck Cavalier sat in a chair across from his psychiatrist and began to tell him about the woman. “As you… Read more.

His apartment is high and made of glass. He looks over the pinpricks, the massive cluster of skyscrapers. All is… Read more.

I ate some cake last night that tasted like cigarettes I dubbed it an ashen dump cake Even though it… Read more.

Harold jumped up and ran outside. The screen door slammed behind him as Bruce Springsteen music played from the clouds.… Read more.

I have licorice guts. Seemingly endless balls of fire, balls of fortune telling. The osprey float. Warm coffee in the… Read more.

There’s the smell of something sweet coming from the kitchen. Corn dogs. Corn bread. Corn Flakes. Cornmeal. Corn on the… Read more.

A man named India felt like a voodoo doll the morning of his electric birthday. The pinpricks stabbed at him… Read more.

Pink jukebox spins an array of psychedelic tunes in a diner on the wrong side of the desert where the… Read more.

A man walks from a house to the edge of a lake. The house he leaves behind is white, so… Read more.