Stories

“A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.”

Flannery O’Connor

Polyp Trees | Fiction

Polyp Trees | Fiction

Mebba told me once that in the south, Magnolia trees mean something different; to our people, anyway. Their stock and branches, thick and twisted between delicately soft blooms that almost make the trees seem beautiful. Almost. I visit her every summer, but this one...
Where Do We Go From Here? | Fiction

Where Do We Go From Here? | Fiction

Otis scarfed down meatloaf at the Golden Corral before he went home for the day. He was obese. He loved the buffets in Milwaukee, eating at those “All-You-Can-Eat” joints in furtive necessity on most days, like today, after he left work. He knew if he’d only eat...
The Disappearance of Sara Lang | Fiction

The Disappearance of Sara Lang | Fiction

On summer nights, the house claustrophobic, Greg oftentimes climbed out his bedroom window to lay on the roof and enjoy the soft breezes prevalent there above the warm earth. The night Sara Lang came to see him, he was listening to the transistor radio balanced on his...
Cloudeater | Fiction

Cloudeater | Fiction

It had been a most natural thing, an ancestral instinct, to climb a tree in the middle of playtime. He was supposed to be running after other children his age, through the overgrown grass, bypassing huge oaken hurdles. But after a matter of only five minutes, he had...
I was Here Before the Monster | Fiction

I was Here Before the Monster | Fiction

Breakaway peg-legged tables and vines growing in the cracks of your home. Cat fur fallen in the gaps of your sofa, the creature purring a room away. You grab your hair and pull it out like weeds. Like it’s a thing that was put there, not yours anymore. “I’m not dying...