Category Archives: Fiction

Catfight

Catfight

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“There was a small chalkboard with over/under odds written across the top. If he got through all thirty-four cats in ten minutes he won seven thousand dollars. That was the dealmore

Drunken Pony Blues

Drunken Pony Blues

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“Say you have a recurring nightmare where you see jets, planes, all manner of flying machines, and all of them crash. Eventually you come to understand, even while asleep, that any machine in flight is going to disintegrate in a fiery ball before your eyesmore

Charlie’s

Charlie’s

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“I’ve stood on top of mountains and I’ve been inside of Charlie’s at two p.m. with the rest of the dregs. That girl crossing the street, the bleach blonde who’s seen better days? She’s taken a piece right out of memore

Courting the Un-Bob

Courting the Un-Bob

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“Beer Bob is my go-to Bob, my everyday Bob. He’ll come over and we’ll drink a beer. He’s also Working Bob—meaning really working, not just farting around on the computermore

Tracking the War

Tracking the War

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“Once omnipotent in our relationship, my father now felt like all he could do for his son was feed himmore

Must Be, No Reason

Must Be, No Reason

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“I wasn’t moved by compassion to save your life so much as a desire to kill those dogs,” I said againmore

One Hundred Michael Jordans

One Hundred Michael Jordans

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“These Michael Jordans are not meant to see a baseball game. They will not have shoes made in their honor. Their bodies are just an impression made of flesh, pressed out in petri dishesmore

Hunting

Hunting

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“There were tons of campus e-mails sent to us students about a guy mutilating animals around town. He was to be avoided at all costsmore

Decline of the Swan

Decline of the Swan

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“Ledas are getting harder to find at the gym, so he may go to the mall later, to the food court or Anthropologie, introduce himself to them as Mr. Cobmore

You Cannot Give Yourself A Nickname

You Cannot Give Yourself A Nickname

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“At that point, Bandaid’s car was still up on blocks in that parking lot across from the bar.  The car’s engine still worked, but the tires had gone missingmore