short story

Black sludge seeps from the walls; drops from the ceiling and splashes against my face. I do not even close my eyes, though some drips in. My skin, from neck to...

Have you come to get me Lyra? I have been stuck in Celebration for the last sixteen years, and I am not asking for anything more than I left with. You can retur...

“allie wilde figure skating”   Skating Magazine Could this 10-year-old be figure skating’s next big thing? Allie Wilde, discovered through her lo...

  Monday: The world is supposed to end this Friday. That’s what the government, or whatever is remaining, has been telling us. Friday is the day w...

Being myself a grown man, I was having an argument with a child, the particular subject of which was whether a certain artist, who the child had dismissed as me...

Coming soon: a bit of hookless prose. At the bus stop, which is the same, some decades older in body, 503 years older by soul, perhaps a great deal more, tho...

My name is Lawrence. I’m sixteen years old, and I live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I go to school and get stoned and skate with my friends. I have a girlfriend...

  Why the hell are we slowing down?    To feel the jerking and rattling of the large steel cage currently carrying me at 40 miles an hour thr...

“Initial here and…sign here.” Cyra shook her tired wrist and made her mark. Greeves turned the page. “And here. Excellent. Now, there is one last order of...

Night is for walking and thinking and making the most of the opportunities you are given, and she firmly believes this. She had one set over at The Cellar, and ...

I’m sitting in a cafe in Boston, and my present state of mind is manic. What is your present state of mind? It’s a question typed on a crumpled piece of p...

Some people ask me how I spend my time, I remain silent, but the words I heal sit at the tip of my tongue that is usually always covered with the remnants of Or...

He wasn’t even there. And I was excited to tell him how I worked my way all the way through his cookbook—my Billionaire’s Bacon this close to looking like the p...

Let’s try this again. A. confesses to being inoperative since growing is ongoing and she’s been at it too long a time. Luckily, she wears it well. Her cheeks do...

The creators of the simulation have many interests. Watching their characters do stupid shit is definitely one of ‘em. As far as this goes humans are the ...

Consider these words close enough and you too can be part of the story. My muse. Person on the other side of the screen. You, reader: the shadow casted from the...

The landlord banged the door down, issuing his last ultimatum to Sylvia and Warren Snow. They were supposed to pay at least the previous month’s rent in two day...

Butch Cassidy’s real name is Robert LeRoy Parker, which I only know because we’re in love. We met at a Halloween party in Echo Park. I was a cowgirl, and he a r...

So, your father-in-law just passed away—sorry about that by the way—and now you’ve been told you need to make something for your mother-in-law’s sitting shiva. ...