Category: Short Stories
-
The Puppets of Kudzu (END)
“They said I was a sinner and that I was destined for hell. They said Jesus hates people who are gay. And I wondered, how could Jesus possibly be against someone being happy? Read more
-
The Puppets of Kudzu (2)
Franco Dellaronti was lying on his bed in a very dark space, and he was in a state of horrible depression and self-doubt because of his failure as a kudzu pie entrepreneur. Read more
-
The Puppets of Kudzu (1)
“We’re going into business,” Franco said with asserted determination. Then he made the puppet explode with excitement — like an ice cream truck that swallowed dynamite.View post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
-
BumBuna O’Brien and the Evolution Oven (End)
Pierre was somewhat offended. He got up to pour himself a cup of the coffee. “You’re welcome to hunt yourself a fish or a squirrel if you want. Otherwise, it’s liverwurst. I’m sorry, but I have limited options. It’s a peaceful life, but not always easy and convenient.View post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
-
Reborn on the Fourth of the Flies
Kirby looked at the van parked in his driveway and nearly had to shield his eyes because it was so blaring in color and flare. “My God,” Kirby said. “Are we going to go drink and try to kill you in this thing?”View post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
-
BumBuna O’Brien and the Evolution Oven (2)
The next morning, they docked at Rocky Point, and it was indeed a rocky point that jutted out into the sea like a stony gray elbow. There was a tall white lighthouse and a small harbor, and an odd quaint village that rested neatly at the crest of a steep hill. “I’ll be at the Read more
-
BumBuna O’Brien and the Evolution Oven (1)
It was morning and the sun was creeping through the blinds like a ghostly brushstroke of boiled lemon-yellow light. BumBuna O’Brien sat up in bed, put on his glam glasses, and looked at his collection of Easter eggs from outer space.View post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
-
Mika Lula Was Like Milk
It left me wanting to go home and jump on a blank page like one jumps on a wife to initiate a slow, hot screw against a broken window. Read more
-
The Doll Salon (End)
Feldon saw that it was Carl and Eve as groom and bride up front and there was a plume of death incense percolating in a thurible and then a bloodless pall fell over the entire gathering. Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 