When the sun goes down, my mind is a scary place… …so baby when the lights go out, hold me until it fades… Barton Parish stared dreamily at the white ceiling, the lyrics from his wife’s song dancing through his mind. Brilliant rays of light spread through the small window of the room, glowing, bouncing… Continue Reading →
Seth jimmied through the old gate to reach his trash cans. A swarm of angry wasps greeted him as he lifted the lid to the compost. “Fuckers!” Seth yelled, batting them away as he dumped fruit and vegetable waste into the bin. He caught one with an open palm, swatting it into the wall. Another… Continue Reading →
“Drink up,” Marco said, shoving a Burger King cup into my hands before I’d even buckled my seatbelt. “Tonight’s gonna be epic, big Eddie…” “Gaaah!” I said after a small sip, swallowing bitterly. Marco’s pre-game cocktail tasted like six parts vodka to one part Red Bull. “Where we starting the night? Black Star? The Velvet… Continue Reading →
The final load of pine planks clacked together, and Dewey Ingram sauntered toward the cab to retrieve the bungees. The truck bed was loaded to the max and would require careful driving to prevent a disaster on the farm roads. Load secured, Dewey inhaled deeply and took in the sky. A storm was coming, the… Continue Reading →
“So? What’s the verdict?” “Still can’t taste shit,” Darren Sinclair replies grumpily. He glugs down half a glass of water then shovels in another forkful of spaghetti. Evelyn conceals a moue of distaste as she watches the noodles slurp into her husband’s mouth. His chewing is louder than usual. Beast-like. Droplets of red sauce fling… Continue Reading →
Some people walk their dogs, some dogs walk their people. Titus is the latter. He’s a ninety-three-pound Rhodesian Ridgeback who can apply enough force to flay your hand if you make the mistake of tying the leash to your wrist. Luckily, Titus is well trained, and I had two hundred pounds on him at the… Continue Reading →
When his gas light came on with a ding and small flare of orange light, Lane Malcolm’s anxiety skyrocketed. Having your ex-girlfriend text you in the middle of the night that she was broken down and desperately needed your help was one thing; getting turned around on dark, empty backroads while your cell frantically searched… Continue Reading →
“Careful! They won’t be worth anything if you rip them!” Duane said, divvying up tickets between the four crazed kids flying high on cotton candy and an overdose of sensory input. He came away with little wisps of blue and pink stuck to his hands and sleeves. Duane’s wife, Catherine, began laughing. “Tiffany and I… Continue Reading →
Harrison Boyle had his first interview in two months, and he was running late. He felt as though some invisible force was purposely attempting to thwart him at every turn—prevent his arrival. That’s how bad the morning had been. He forgot to set his alarm, spilled coffee on his only pressed shirt, stepped in dog… Continue Reading →
Sam Burkes likely had one of the most fitting nicknames of anyone in history. Even without his mottled face, hooked beak of a nose, and hunched back draped with black, greasy locks of hair, the name “The Vulture” was apropos. Sam “The Vulture” Burkes shred his sustenance off of the bones of the dead and… Continue Reading →
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