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

At His Limit | Fiction

At His Limit | Fiction

Later, B’s sister would infuse the words today is a gift, tomorrow a blessing with meaning. Earlier, he’d think of her as he set up camp, tying his shovel to a low-hanging twig, making a ground nest for himself and his camper van. He braked it in the stubble of a...
Chattel | Fiction

Chattel | Fiction

So Mariasha tells me we are going to a party a friend of hers is throwing. Triste? I can’t think of her name, she’s a friend of hers so I know she’ll look similar. Mari surrounds herself with girls that look like her, red-boned, thick, and with big hips. Made for...
Rebirth | Fiction

Rebirth | Fiction

Forests collapse under the serrated jaws of the beast devouring the land and sky, curdling the atmosphere with its rabid hunger. It leaves graying pillars of salt and bone and crumbling buildings in its wake. When the air calms, it’s thick with strings of dust motes...
Aces | Fiction

Aces | Fiction

Randy and I stood at the edge of the living room, not putting a toe into the forbidden space. In the early morning dimness, the Christmas tree tinsel fluttered, enticing as sea anemone tentacles in current. “What did Santa bring?” Randy asked. In second grade, a year...
Pride | Fiction

Pride | Fiction

Yes, we have killed people, and they deserved it. We’re poacher hunters, from Frankfort, Kentucky, moved to Africa to work alongside the Big Game Protection Agency. They gave us a gun, a uniform,a four-by-four, and a target. We camp in the desert, crammed in tents....