Fiction – Page 7 – cereal after sex

“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking… Read more.

The Crowns of Pluto (3.)

The girl’s eyes were wide and colored green like an emerald. I could taste her shock and fear. It was… Read more.

“I want ice cream, not toothpaste. I think I’ll go with the cherry chocolate delight in a sugar cone please,”… Read more.

“And if you were truly my friend, you wouldn’t force such a thing upon me. I’m not a killer. I’m… Read more.

I smelled like the remnants of a wild fiesta. Read more.

There are times that I feel as if I’m just filling in the gaps between birth and death. But then… Read more.

Those barriers, those watch towers, those rows of razor wire are grim reminders of human selfishness, the God negative and… Read more.

“I don’t know if I can go back to his table,” Maggie said. “He’s crushing my positive Red Lobster vibe,… Read more.

I told him I wanted to go to Juarez. He asked why. I told him I wanted to submerge myself… Read more.

And now here I am. It’s Christmas again, and I am the only one here. All those words and directives… Read more.

Truman took in a shocked breath and sat back in the booth. “You just blew my mind, my eerie lobster… Read more.

“We’re going to spend the day together. And despite your crushing heartbreak at the hands and mouth and other unspeakable… Read more.