Category Archives: Fiction

Yesterday’s Muse

Yesterday’s Muse

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The blurb under Jan Anderson’s photo in the Springville High School yearbook said she was on the debate team, sang in the girls’ chorus, and won a prize for writing an essay in French, but the main thing Will Harper remembered about her was her breasts. more

Lost Indian Gold Mine

Lost Indian Gold Mine

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If I had even an inkling of where to look, I’d sure as hell invest me in some scuba gear, I tell you that much.more

Cecil’s New Friends

Cecil’s New Friends

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He’s been here forever…No one minds Cecil. But, no one wants to be him either.more

Insurance Against Extinction

Insurance Against Extinction

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Lee flashed to his claustrophobic apartment as it was during stay-at-home orders. Greasy take out containers, alcohol, the constant ticker of death tolls on CNN, and the revolving door of frightened, horny, women. Like Bono, he technically had enough to keep him alive. He was going through the motions of breeding in captivity.more

Psychopathia Sexualis: Case 1-1, 66, & 187

Psychopathia Sexualis: Case 1-1, 66, & 187

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“I just needed it. I wasn’t trying to scare anyone.”

When asked about how he would satisfy himself if released, “I’m going to keep to my own kind,” C replied emphatically.

“That doesn’t give me much peace of mind,” the judge said.more

The Cindies

The Cindies

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No good deed goes unpunished, and Cindy saved a boy’s life. more

Salt and Blood

Salt and Blood

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Dario’s black hair tangles up and gets all white and powdery from the salty dust left by the wind. I help him unknot it, and my hands smell like salt for the rest of the summer. We sit on the shore, the pebbles between our fingers, until Dario decides that it’s time for a swim.more

You Don’t Have Very Far to Go

You Don’t Have Very Far to Go

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And for two days straight, before going into the bookstore, I’d been locked up in a darkened room that stank to high heaven of unwashed pits and a poorly-wiped ass.more

Look What You Made Me Do

Look What You Made Me Do

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In the kitchen, Leta puts on dishwashing gloves, pulls a plastic bag from under the sink. In the backyard twilight, she scoops the cat carcass up, dumps it in the bag. The intestines coil at the bottom like a glistening snake. Behind her, Jack shifts in his pen, catching the scent of blood again, and she hisses at him, a warning. She ties the bag tight, shivers, holds it to her chest. Where to put it now? more

Ships Come In

Ships Come In

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Where my dad lives is a mass of brick row homes crushed together with awnings that were once white but now are gray with dirt. Our block, where we’ve lived since I was in middle school, looks like a mouth with busted teeth cause two houses are boarded up with the windows smashed. But the day he unlocked the front door for the first time, he couldn’t hide his smile.more