Short fiction, usually (well) under 20 pages.
is one of the most trivial, cliché, and now damn near meaningless words in our entire language. An older version of this story was originally titled Bad Writing, which was the most pretentious thing I’d ever done as a writer. It beat this title & introduction combination by only a very small margin. Here’s the […]
“Slug, your feet are burning.” “Shut the fuck up,” he groaned, a single lick of flame tickling up from his shoe. “I was saying something.” “I knew it,” said Tom. “I saw it coming.”
My fists are bursts of endless light. My breath is the air that wraps your world like Christmas morning. I am the spark that lit life’s murky catalyst. I am the God of thunder.
A belch lifted from his inner belly, brushing his palate with previous poison. His torn shirt hung wet to his tanned and calloused body. The trash eaters were out en masse, flexing their waxy jaws, pulverizing age old grime. He stumbled over broken glass, both hands balled into fists and teeth grinding as crimson blood […]
We sat by the railway, reading our papers. Mine was from 1985. His from 2013. We were both reading about people who’d gotten away with murder, one way or another. My feet were warm inside my shoes. Ashes were falling like snow, and the train was not going to come.
The gas gauge plummeted from three fourths a tank to gaslight-empty. The floater didn’t bob right—or maybe the bobber didn’t float right—either way, the gauge was a lying son of a bitch. He thought he’d fixed it—by all means, he had—but the repair had been a thrifty one. He’d done something handy with some tape […]