Category Archives: Fiction

The Unlovables

The Unlovables

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I felt like kicking in the console or grabbing the steering wheel and driving us off the road, but instead I reset my thoughts on the owner of the Harvard sweatshirt.more

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

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My grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. more

Notorious Thugs

Notorious Thugs

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As soon as we finished packing up our 40s, and taking our open bottles along for the ride, we were headed to the cornfields, our commute narrated by The Notorious B.I.G.more

Mile 183

Mile 183

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Her sigh woke us—Dad from his silent, attentive driving, and us from our screens in the backseat. more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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We’re at it again. On our weekly phone call. Me at the bottom of the world. Her, near the top.more

Eat Fire

Eat Fire

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I slip on the heavy gloves again and hurl that sparking, spitting, burning motherfucker into the hopper, followed by a garbage can full of thin wrappings that stoke the flames, and now the back of our truck is a flaming mouth, nice and angry. more

August Children

August Children

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It’s always the past we want to visit, never the future. Sure, people say they want to see what’s ahead of them, but is that really what they want? Or are they just running from the present because what they have always wanted is already gone?more

Shadow Boxing

Shadow Boxing

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An older man’s confrontation in a gym parking lot leads to consequencesmore

A Road Disappearing

A Road Disappearing

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“His heart is as pure as gold. And really, shouldn’t that be the only thing that matters?”more

Time on the Water

Time on the Water

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Not every man gets a chance to really fuck things up one last time.more