Fiction – Page 5 – cereal after sex

She is beautiful on a space sofa, that cushioned ass. The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail. A tale… Read more.

Fake Plastic People Do Harm

An empty Coke bottle sits on a worn, brown Formica table in a restaurant booth. The resting back and seat… Read more.

John Horatio Smith was an odd man. He sold top hats in the men’s boutique down the street. The street… Read more.

There stands a window of gray, impenetrable. Clocks sway like soldiers’ hooves. The popping of the bombs as they hit… Read more.

It was a greasy Sunday morning and there was a chill in the air for it being May. We pulled… Read more.

Mary O’Shea blundered into the house and kicked off her shoes. Her husband, the constable, was sitting in his relaxing… Read more.

He was feeling restless in his overheated testicles on that day when everything changed. The man named Steeple resembled a… Read more.

Inside the Camaro Saloon, Arno got caught up in an uneasy game of poker with a scroungy bunch of other… Read more.

Magda Balls looked at her two new guests, her back was up against the stove in the kitchen, a cigarette… Read more.

Albom Riff handed over the cash for the room at the Robin Hood and took his key. It was a… Read more.

Is it me causing all the ruckuses? Is it me blowing down all the brick walls? I went to the… Read more.

Sirens started to wail. Lights began to flash. Deep echoing booms rolled like waves throughout the facility as the inmates… Read more.