Category: Short Fiction
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Asphalt Whiskers
He reached toward and took what remained of his hamburger and clutched it in his hand. He threw it at the woman as hard as he could, and it hit her in the face. Read more
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Mr. Kringle-go-Round
He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if he wasn’t even there. Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The First Instinct)
I told him I wanted to go to Juarez. He asked why. I told him I wanted to submerge myself in the various arts of indecency. He asked why. I thought about it, and I couldn’t tell him why. Read more
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The October Oatmeal Project (A Halloween Story)
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The ghost of Wilford Brimley rode upon an ocelot across the dry-skinned floor of the salt flats out beyond the perimeter of Brigham City, Utah, where he lived in a holy water and whitewashed adobe abode. Read more
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Comic Stripped (P.3)
“But Mr. LaBrush. I was simply making a statement about the love for all people and accepting Christine for who she is via the spirit of a shirtless Dave Gahan.” Read more

