A Dose of Big Mike – Part One
Serial Story 2:27 PM. I’m at work. Big Mike calls me. Me: What’s up, baby boy? Big Mike: Dude. I was at Kroger at like noon today looking for lube, right? Me: You...
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Kronos Got Drunk – Part One
Short Story Time is inconsiderate. I had been staring at my computer screen for three hours. I hated everything. “Time is inconsiderate.” I mouthed the words slowly. A wonderful place to start, if I...
Coasting – Part Ten (Final)
Short Story Von shredded some cheese, added it on top of the eggs and turned the stove down low. He retightened his towel and walked into the bedroom to check on Darren. He...
The Red Butterfly, Part Sixteen – Not For Tourists
Short Story She was right; there would be no dancing tonight. This was traditional flamenco. “This song is called Bulerias por Solea,” said Anna, “es muy antigua.” This was the old stuff, what had...
The Last Drink
Short Story “I’ll take a double spiced rum on the rocks please,” I ask the bartender sitting down to a stool at the large wooden bar. The place cast a vibe of abandonment,...
Forest Creatures: Nushka – Part Two
Short Story A tree began to push its way up through the soil in front of the woman. It grew and twisted up into the sky. The branches peeled away from the trunk and blossomed...
Underneath Her Golden Charms
Poem For all pine after her shining airs Exalt her agreeable, confident layer And she arises with grandiose care To meet their hopeful, expecting stares Yet underneath her golden charms, Her fluid gait and...
Follow The Despot
Challenging, tingling rows of leather boots tramp down your skin – not for lack of knowledge of what’s about to end Harmony in the flag’s submissive, limp dance in the wind a sorry whimsical...
They Don’t Know
Poem Constantly separating and dividing myself Away from the nonsense I tell myself That others tell me about myself. Decompress, take a rest away from what tests me Away from those who don’t...
Hugs From Jesus
Short Story The legs of my chair scraped against the floor and seemed to protest on my behalf. I pulled viciously at my tartan skirt and contorted my spine to escape from behind...
Altered State – Part One
Short Story I wasn’t surprised when I got valedictorian — I’d always been at the top of my class. I was already multiplying in first grade while the rest of my class struggled to...
