Fiction – Page 4 – cereal after sex

The men returned to the house early the next morning, cold and unrested. Sarrah was in the kitchen brewing a… Read more.

Mass Hole of Burden

On a train Looking out a window As some other world goes rushing by Then I remember How a coffee… Read more.

Serena sat on a grassy knoll overlooking a meandering stream of cool water. She smoked a cigarette and thought about… Read more.

The strangest thing the Peppercorn family had there on the eating table was the canned rabbit. The label was pink… Read more.

We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the… Read more.

She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately.… Read more.

There are broken bones on the floor of the pharmacy. Some poor soul with a banana phone steps over intricate… Read more.

On the green and misty outskirts of Cincinnati, a man named Saul Revenge pauses in his driveway and looks at… Read more.

Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn.… Read more.

The walls of the room where I was being kept were a sickly yellowish orange color. Perhaps more akin to… Read more.

It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant… Read more.

“Ecstasy!?” Melba cried out. “What kind of ecstasy has been going on in here? Do you not see the pictures… Read more.