Theme Park Theology
I was never meant to work in a theme park. Ever. I got my first job the summer after I turned 16. I was working at Six Flags Mid America, located just outside of...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
I was never meant to work in a theme park. Ever. I got my first job the summer after I turned 16. I was working at Six Flags Mid America, located just outside of...
Short Story In the front of the ship right outside to cookery door, where they stopped cooking for a while after they found the chef’s corpse, there was a small cypress three growing. In...
There’s almost no way to make someone understand what it means to beat your high school’s hundred-meter sprint record. It’s like trying to explain color to a blind person. But I’ll do my best:...
Short Story The Rat’s bucket prison was set very close to the red hot burning stove. Even though, the ship’s cook was busy for hours cutting vegetables and melting hat into the pats the...
It hurts when he sits up. Not on a physical level. Not an emotional one, either. It’s a pain from deep down, on a level that doesn’t really exist. Reach to the very bottom...
Short Story After leaving the parrot thinking about thinking on the beach, the Horse resumed his melancholic chewing of dry grass. The days stringed along like beats round and shiny but with penetrating holes...
As I press the switch the light illuminates the darkness like a seedy Soho massage parlour. I stand in silence anticipating the low satisfying rumble from the boiling kettle. I am in a kitchen...
He wakes up, and he already knows it’s hit him. Somewhere in the drunken half-sleep between 2 AM and… what time is it? He’s come down. He can never pinpoint the exact moment that...
A friend of mine, Bernardo Peńa, died suddenly and without warning around Labor Day weekend 2012. I hadn’t seen my friend Bernardo in over a year and thus didn’t know what a few friends...
I think the morning before Knoxville is when we finally know, or at least when we can finally admit we know. Whatever’s been building these four months, whatever silt has been piling up in...
Short Story The Parrot watched the seagull for a while, ate a little more of the sticky green grass and started moving along the roof peaking down from the sides. It was searching for...