Short Stories
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Depressed Machines (Part Three)
Then appears in low dramatic light: A TV screen of liquid green. The sprawling appendages of a tree in a heavy pot. A couch. A coffee table. A chair. An end table with a stack of books and a lamp spewing soft, minty light. Windows with white curtains. And in this room there the white… Continue reading
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Acid Gnomes
A lemon-yellow sun god sits on a rock on a moon of Saturn. Legs crossed, eyes closed. He manifests the destruction of Earth, the riot planet, the asylum zoo and fever razor swallow ship. All the depressed machines, better known as human beings, swallow pills and cry and wallow in a dark blue sky. Peppercorn… Continue reading
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Rural West Texas
Rural West Texas. Flat. Brown. Isolation. Lost dreams. Ragged old motels. Dirty convenience stores with the lingering scent of unruly humans. Fast-food restaurants with a glaze of stickiness one cannot wipe away. A restroom door that will not lock. Someone has to stand guard. High school football stadiums are the apex of architecture here. Looking… Continue reading
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The Apocalypse Pipe
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Labyrinth Milk Rinse (1)
People don’t understand why I wait at the last exit of the corn labyrinth. The labyrinth is in a weird place in the middle of Ohio. It isn’t technically a labyrinth; they just call it that because it sounds more mysterious. According to the British, a labyrinth has one path that leads to a center.… Continue reading
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The Inappropriate Architect (2)
She didn’t know where to look the moment she stepped inside Fidel Architect the architect’s glamorous home and its modern mid-century rustic vibe. Her head nearly twisted off. She was stunned by the indoor waterfall and the size of the kitchen and all its shiny toys to cook and clean with. “You really live here?”… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 2
Serena sat on a grassy knoll overlooking a meandering stream of cool water. She smoked a cigarette and thought about life. “Ignorant dullards the lot of them,” she said aloud to herself. She tossed the burning butt into the stream and watched it bob and weave its way to another place and time. “That’s polluting,”… Continue reading
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The Alien
I was standing in the grocery store looking at bread. My mind was kind of numb. I was thinking about a dream I had the night before where I placed an unwrapped Baby Ruth candy bar on the floor of a stall in a public bathroom and just left it there. Then I started laughing… Continue reading
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Bread Mannequins and Green Mist
On the green and misty outskirts of Cincinnati, a man named Saul Revenge pauses in his driveway and looks at his blue house. His rust-orange suit is crumpled from a day of working and living. Everything seems intact beneath a cantaloupe and baby-blue cotton colored sky streaked with bruise gray. The shrubs are neatly pruned… Continue reading
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The Moldy Oranges of God
The walls of the room where I was being kept were a sickly yellowish orange color. Perhaps more akin to the color of a bleached peach. On one of the walls was a large painting of a maniacal-looking man holding a moldy orange in each of his hands. Continue reading
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