Fiction – Page 4 – cereal after sex

The man in the red jacket pressed the button. The next thing he knew, he was standing at a salad… Read more.

The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (2)

The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They… Read more.

Rose stopped and turned to look back at him. He wasn’t bad, she thought. He was maybe about 20 years… Read more.

“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do… Read more.

“My, my, Melba,” Pastor Stikk said. “I can certainly see where Carrie gets her delicious beauty from. My God, if… Read more.

But then again, maybe she’ll get gunned down in the cafeteria just as she’s about to dig into her fruit… Read more.

“She beat me with her soft white knuckles. They were so damn clean and tender and feminine.” Read more.

“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just… Read more.

“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas… Read more.

Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken… Read more.

“You’re rebellious,” the girl quipped. “You kill based on random conspiracies without any factual basis.” Read more.

“No, it’s true. I’d like to see you whaled out on my bed completely naked… And I’d like to feed… Read more.