Category: Short Fiction
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The Bottomless Inkwell
What is it about this disarray of life that eats at my guts on a hot morning in July while I stand in a sauna of soap and bleach in the kitchen of the Silver Taco Café in a town in the desert that has no right to be here. I throw down a white Read more
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Tornado Soup
I saw an old television set just sitting in the road. It wasn’t plugged in, but it was playing a show. The show was about a town devastated by a massive tornado back in the early 21st century. I sat down in the roadway and watched. The images were very white, bleached out almost, and Read more
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A Wayward Wish
I scratched in my personal notebook with a blue ink pen because I was upset again: Why are you so proud to be hateful, and so eager to destroy the world? The house was granular beige and shadows walked in front of the windows. The gargoyles up high had shoulders like mountains, and they wondered Read more
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The Inappropriate Architect (1)
The chimes of Saturn clinked like metal jewels tumbling in an out-of-control spaceship like clothes in a dryer. Alternative lemons hung heavily from a tree wet with morning California dew. He sat on a wooden bench in his garden. The roar of traffic on the wide interstate rose from beyond the grove and the walls. Read more
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Canned Rabbit Magic 1
The strangest thing the Peppercorn family had there on the eating table was the canned rabbit. The label was pink and depicted a small cerulean-blue rabbit frolicking through a field of psychedelic Easter eggs from outer space. There were also two baskets filled to the brim with Easter eggs, colorful, impeccably decorated. It could easily Read more
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Oaf Doomsday
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We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the tremors, the heart rushes, the worry, the candy fevers. The daily death of dreams. Cracked crystal balls leaking hopeless futures. The bombs, the broken babies, the bazooka douchebags and their flags and Freedom Fries. An Read more
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The Red Lobster Event
It was at a Red Lobster restaurant on the outskirts of Peoria, Illinois when the nervousness really kicked in. I was sipping on a cranberry Boston iced tea and thinking about the loneliness of the sea at the same time I was looking out the window at the savage ravages of the world. The thought Read more
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An Odd Day
There are broken bones on the floor of the pharmacy. Some poor soul with a banana phone steps over intricate bloodlines as he shops for a birthday card for his long-lost niece. He has somehow forgotten she has died. That she fell off a cliff on the coast of Wales. Now she’s a swimming ghost Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 