Short Fiction – Page 3 – cereal after sex

The chimes of Saturn clinked like metal jewels tumbling in an out-of-control spaceship like clothes in a dryer. Alternative lemons… Read more.

Canned Rabbit Magic 1

The strangest thing the Peppercorn family had there on the eating table was the canned rabbit. The label was pink… Read more.

We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the… Read more.

It was at a Red Lobster restaurant on the outskirts of Peoria, Illinois when the nervousness really kicked in. I… Read more.

There are broken bones on the floor of the pharmacy. Some poor soul with a banana phone steps over intricate… Read more.

Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn.… Read more.

It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant… Read more.

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

Her cactus bed smelled like butter nectar. She swears that lying down on the thorns helps her back, yet all… Read more.

The Salaman stood inside a half-circle shower stall made of smooth zoo stone and let the water spray upon him.… Read more.

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