The Work Week
Short Story A storming freight train meets my fleshy wad with an untenably loud ‘thwack’. Limbs and bits and blood and guts, bursting out into the air like mother cockatoos swooping to protect...
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Very Bad Thoughts
Short Story Lisbeth heard the train barreling through the tunnel, the breeze from the power of it blowing her fringe to the side. She teetered at the edge of the platform, just past...
Tusk Till Gone
Short Story Reluctantly I open my eyes to the bright sun cresting above the horizon. Lately I find myself sleeping only about three or four hours a night and ever since the dry...
The Human Comedy: The Price of Sugar
Short Story Why, oh why, did she keep seeing him? She knew why, on a surface level. Her friends called him her sugar daddy, and at first she resented the nickname, but at this...
Coasting – Part Three
Short Story Von arrived at the local pub. It didn’t take him long to detect his three friends boisterously laughing on the other side of the place. He waded towards them and removed his scarf,...
Immaculate Fracture
Short Story Dead children. Wasn’t that the final trigger? You see death, grown up death – and you become cold to it. You see suffering, brutality, cruelty, you immunise yourself to them and...
Lolita’s Lap Dance – Part Two
Short Story To those girls I must have looked like a bargain-basement version of themselves. Nevertheless, someone apparently wanted a dance from this heavily discounted pseudo-stripper and I had decided, against my better judgement,...
Lolita’s Lap Dance – Part One
Short Story ‘Lolita,’ I barely heard Pam calling over the throbbing bass that vibrated relentlessly through the ancient speaker system. ‘Lap dance!’ She pointed one hot pink talon at me and then beckoned me...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seventeen
Short Story Jennifer nearly screamed, but instead stumbled over her feet while trying to jump away. She rolled backward over her back, but was somehow on her feet again within a second. The man’s...
Death And Birth And Breath
Short Story It looked like a warm, crisp day in Copperfield, Calgary. Most of the snow had melted and a cool-sounding wind was hissing through bare and budding tree branches. I never understood the...
A Letter From the Front
Short Story Dear Louise, I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirit. I wish to extend my best Christmas wishes to you and your family. Although it saddens me I could...
