Category: Short Fiction
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The Walk
A man walks from a house to the edge of a lake. The house he leaves behind is white, so it blends in with all the snow. It’s modern and elegant. Straight edges and lines, levels, elevated, lots of windows, and even now someone looks out one after him. His breath screams out like a Read more
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Moonlight Road
The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book They appear between the black slats of the rigid leafless trees I have to stop and hold my stomach The sudden yet momentary ache of true life The path is wide and mostly straight A Read more
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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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