Category: Short Stories
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The Crashing Life
It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant in downtown Amarillo, Texas. There was a mess of broken glass, toppled tables, spilled chicken and drinks. He stepped out into a cloud of dust, coughed, brushed himself off. “Shit. Sorry about that.” An old Read more
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The Restless Cottage
I step through the portal of time. I am absorbed by a periwinkle haze. The flowers pull me through. Wooden shoes fly in the air like spaceships. Dutch aliens probe the dusk and dawn. Read more
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Weird Hair and Roses
She is beautiful on a space sofa, that cushioned ass. The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail. A tale of breathlessness, a tale of wind in the face on a warm summer day. Vanishing, all vanishing like liquid ghost meat… Read more
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Morlockowoc
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There stands a window of gray, impenetrable. Clocks sway like soldiers’ hooves. The popping of the bombs as they hit the ground wails on and on outside. A flagship mothership spins like a top in the sky. Beams of fire rain down. The extraterrestrials have finally decided enough was enough. Earth had to be eliminated. Read more
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The Grape Apex
It was a greasy Sunday morning and there was a chill in the air for it being May. We pulled into the Walmart parking lot, it being dawn. Some stars remained in the bruise-colored sky. A few cars idled in their spaces. Someone was shouting. There was a warm sick feeling in my guts about Read more
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Strawberry Safari
“This won’t be on you. I’ll take full responsibility. I’ve already written my family a certified letter stating that I may do something crazy in Africa, but it’s no one’s fault but my own.” Read more
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 11
The Gould house smelled like Sunday dinner and the trappings of commercialized religion. Read more
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The Celestial Salad Bar (One)
The man in the red jacket pressed the button. The next thing he knew, he was standing at a salad bar built into an old western wagon. Read more
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The Liquid Lust of an Ordinary Day (1)
Rose stopped and turned to look back at him. He wasn’t bad, she thought. He was maybe about 20 years younger, dark hair, a warm Latino sheen, soft eyes the color of newly born mud after a warm rain in the desert. Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 