Fiction – Page 6 – cereal after sex

“This won’t be on you. I’ll take full responsibility. I’ve already written my family a certified letter stating that I… Read more.

The Moon Scars of Elysium (2)

A cluster of people, a church group he guessed, were on their knees in a semi-circle, and they had their… Read more.

The electric teeth motorcar humming on a vibe vine in West Hollywoodland and the nails of Dracula scratch at the… Read more.

The Gould house smelled like Sunday dinner and the trappings of commercialized religion. Read more.

Allison Grundy stood in her front yard behind the safety of a white-picket fence and a grouchy demeanor. She had… Read more.

The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the… Read more.

The man in the red jacket pressed the button. The next thing he knew, he was standing at a salad… Read more.

The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They… Read more.

“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do… Read more.

“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just… Read more.

“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas… Read more.

Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken… Read more.