It's been a long time since I felt completely whole, ya know. Like, I wake up in the morning and I make coffee and I smoke cigarettes, and the rest of the day I yearn for that ritual - that simple doing of something that makes complete sense to me. I dunno. It's bland to … Continue reading The Devil Inside Me (a short story)
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"Yellow is my opposite color," she said through the bit of sleep still entangling her. I laughed for a moment and asked her what she meant, but consciousness wasn't around her enough for her to hear me. "And what about blue?" I asked through smiling teeth. Her eyes opened and looked at me before she … Continue reading Top O’ The Mornin’ To Ya (a short story)
I suppose I should begin rightly, and tell you that my name is Mason and I am the one writing this. If nothing else from here on out is to be known, it is that I and no one else is writing these words. These words are mine and no one else’s. That's important. From … Continue reading Disparity’s Cohort (a short story)
It is October 2017. New York City. The Borough of Queens. I'm on a stone path which leads to the train station, the Long Island Railroad. I'm smoking a cigarette. A man approaches. "Money. Give it to me." He says. I look up and I see his eyes, narrowed yet wide and unhinged. "Brother, I've … Continue reading The Interaction (a very short story)
Lawrence Graves had been a golf pro for most of his adult life. "It's a tremendously boring game," he always said, "but I'm very good at it." It was on his 45th birthday, however, that he became a bit more than just a golfer and that is what this story is about. *** Sometime in … Continue reading The Ballad of Lawrence Graves (a short story)
Francis circled around the grounds every morning about the time of coffee. To him it was by 5am, when he was thrilled to be awake before the rest of the inmates, which is what he called his brethren. You see, Francis was a brother in the order of Apsis- a semisecret sect of a christian … Continue reading The Order of Apsis (a short story)
Walking along the dusken road near dawn, my friend Smith was almost to the point where he could howl. As he sat meditating near the bank of the river, he wished only but to bring himself to right himself and stand up and do so. The funny thing about Smith was that he knew exactly … Continue reading A Little Boy Named Smith (a very short story)
When Xander sat down for breakfast, he had only a few things on his plate: six eggs, nineteen cherries, four powdered donuts, and a piece of toast cut diagonally and smothered with margarine. He was a hungry man, so he tended to try and eat as much all at once as he could, and at … Continue reading Juxtaposed or, Ring Ring Hello (a short story)
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Ine. She was 7. One morning at recess - she was of the age where there were two recesses every day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon - she was playing by herself, because for a little girl like Ine, playing by … Continue reading Morning Recess (a short story)
Linh wanted to go dancing one night, alone in the city they never knew existed before setting foot there. Which is to say that it was there all along, the city, but Linh wasn’t inside of it. It’s simple, you see, when something is there to reality at large, it doesn’t seem so much to … Continue reading Where To Go Dancing One Night, Alone In The City (a short story)
Gratian awoke early one morning to find his slippers had gone missing. So his feet were cold the whole of the morning, and there weren't any soles beneath his feet when he went outside to get the paper. So he stepped on a pebble that was unknowingly-to-him in the walkway, and there became a drop … Continue reading A Shorter Story (Than Is Needed Right Now)
