Category: Short Fiction
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Velour Beans
Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn. The remnant war bombs in the wet, green Earth cornered him into a basket of worry and long-lost wonder. Code name bath and bask and the tribulations of mind grains… The gongs in the hills Read more
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The Boy With The Spanish Bayonet
Her cactus bed smelled like butter nectar. She swears that lying down on the thorns helps her back, yet all the red marks there on her skin, looks like she was nearly eaten alive by fire ants. Fire ants. She remembers the hot summer day when she was maybe 12 and she was playing in Read more
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The Salaman
The Salaman stood inside a half-circle shower stall made of smooth zoo stone and let the water spray upon him. Cliff was in a rubber suit and wearing high rubber boots and he stood outside the stall, his hands gripping a thick green hose that shot out a forceful stream of water. “Raise your arms Read more
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A Restless Vessel
He was feeling restless in his overheated testicles on that day when everything changed. The man named Steeple resembled a yellow wooden pencil as he shimmied down the sidewalk and away from the store on Story Street that sold mostly women’s lingerie and unmentionable undergarments. One of the clerks in the store had caught him Read more
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The Dreamers of Fortune Street
Is it me causing all the ruckuses? Is it me blowing down all the brick walls? I went to the Centrifugal Theatre downtown because I wanted to watch a movie that made me spin. Halfway through the picture, an old black and white, the usher came up to me in his red uniform and monkey Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 