Category Archives: Fiction

Seven Drums

Seven Drums

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When Buck bent to the ground to better see the stains in the dirt, I saw him favor his right leg. It was surely broken. Likely nothing more than a greenstick fracture, but broken all the same. And now wasn’t the time to have a broken leg.more

I See Him

I See Him

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Choice 1: He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen and he had no idea how to use it.
Choice 2: Wait, Brandy’s had an awning? Then why did we get stuck in the rain that night?? more

Cicadas

Cicadas

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When Linda danced, she almost forgot about the killer.more

The Fairchild

The Fairchild

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The guys have always given me shit for being good with the ladies, nicknaming me Old Yeller because I’m a stray, which is the only thing they think I could have on them. They say I milk the orphan thing, get the honeys to feel sorry for me.
or
“Carnage, anyone?” asked Dina as she approached with the Fairchild’s remnants.
or your choicemore

Paradise Island

Paradise Island

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Sometimes instinct is more powerful than evidence.more

Summer of Sharks and Missing Persons

Summer of Sharks and Missing Persons

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Sharks have to keep moving, but all the way to The Mighty Mo?more

RECENTLY ADDED IN SHIT YOU WATCHED ON MOM’S CABLE WHEN YOU WERE DEPRESSED WHILE ‘BETWEEN JOBS’ AND LIVING AT HOME IN YOUR EARLY-TO-MID TWENTIES

RECENTLY ADDED IN SHIT YOU WATCHED ON MOM’S CABLE WHEN YOU WERE DEPRESSED WHILE ‘BETWEEN JOBS’ AND LIVING AT HOME IN YOUR EARLY-TO-MID TWENTIES

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Being a thirty-five year-old teenager may or may not be going okay, and all I have to show for it are dead dreams and season one of Full House on DVD, but living alone is rad because you’re able to spread depression throughout an entire enclosure without bumming anyone else out, which is super liberating,more

Remembering Rocksteady

Remembering Rocksteady

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I read everything I can get my hands on, plant more succulents among his bones in the garden, write picture-less comic strips – westerns – where we figure as heroes instead of villains.more

The Immortal Jellyfish

The Immortal Jellyfish

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Shored up with what he believes to be sound intelligence, Clay mounts his metallic-blue ten-speed, punches the code—1234—into the keypad and coasts down the drive.  The garage door makes an agonizing clamor upon its descent and for this reason Clay frantically pedals away from his home.  Those gears are in desperate need of a goodmore

El Asesino

El Asesino

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Kraj had never killed a sleeping man beforemore