On Friday night, me and Kyoko drive out to the Pine Valley Mall. The mall shut down six years ago, but we still go every weekend. It’s something of a tradition ...
Hey Madame Clara, it’s so great to talk to you again! I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m Lightning the Interdimensional Cheetah, and a few weeks ago I cal...
A few weeks after me and Kyoko got back together for the second time, we went to the wedding for one of her friends from work. Kyoko hadn’t put her own wedding ...
Dawn had only been in Brain Debris for six months, but already her headbanging was legendary. Sure, all the bands in the New York death metal scene headbanged w...
Who cares what psychiatrists write on walls? is the answer I get, but it has nothing to do with my question. This is how things have been going ever since Trevo...
The day after my thirty-fourth birthday, I had a dream about Lana Del Rey. In the dream me and Lana were sitting on a California beach at midnight, smoking weed...
Wallow on, dudes!
So you’re depressed. Your life is a failure. Every dream and aspiration you’ve ever had is gone and out of reach. Even your back-up...
For thirty-one days you’ve been trapped inside this house, searching for an exit. There is a part of you that craves this idea of freedom more than an...
Steve Gergley is the author of A QUICK PRIMER ON WALLOWING IN DESPAIR: STORIES (LEFTOVER Books '22). His fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Atticus Review, Cleaver Magazine, Hobart, Pithead Chapel, Maudlin House, and others. In addition to writing fiction, he has composed and recorded five albums of original music. He tweets @GergleySteve. His fiction can be found at: https://stevegergleyauthor.wordpress.com/