Fiction

We slice our throats open and head out for the night. Sara knows this dive bar where the toilets are painted to look like Trump’s gaping mouth. The four of u...

You didn’t know why the engineers chose to lay the rails side by side; you only knew that it was strange to ride a horizontal train. All of the seats faced the ...

I slept in a ball of my mother's bras as a boy - not a fetish, there was just nowhere else to sleep. We lived in the back of a department store. We posed during...

You are doing doughnuts in the Walmart parking lot at 2am.  You can’t sleep.  You never sleep anymore.  The song “Methuselah Rookie Card” by Snowing is so loud ...

The number of years you have lived. The number of years you existed before you felt you had really lived. The number of cars you have owned. The number o...

Diamond Sal’s socket wrench slips from his hand and bounces on the pavement. The main number for the nursing home flashes on his cell phone. His mother m...

Above: A portrait of Phillip Hillwood painted by the doddering and much-acclaimed expressionist Malcolm Ulrich appeared in conjunction with a breathless story t...

You’re lonely and depressed; your grandfather died only a few weeks ago and now you have the house to yourself. It’s so silent that it bothers you, makes it dif...

Depart early to save on booking. Swallow Dramamine at takeoff. Bump into dead businessmen in Chicago while connecting. Their faces are crumpled but their suits ...

Your phone alarm goes off at 6:30. You grab the phone off the nightstand, switch off the alarm, and burrow back under your quilt. All you want to do is stay...

“Daddy Norton has fallen and broken his leg,” announced Ryan Seacrest, grinning widely from the rabbit-eared television in the corner. “Turn that shit off, w...

“I'm feeling a little down today Alexa, Tell me a joke.” "Okay, what do you call single cheese?" "I don't know. What?" "Provolonely!" “That'...

  Welcome. It has been quite a year. These last months, especially, have been difficult. We have had much to lament, much to despair, and while I wish t...

Somewhere in your neighborhood, a full-scale guillotine stands in a backyard. Maybe this guy—and it is a guy— lives right next to you. That suspicious structure...