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

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...
The Pain Eater | Fiction

The Pain Eater | Fiction

Frankie’s fingers ran the length of the colonial style piano. There was not a speck of dust on the Honduran mahogany. The picture frames and artifacts resting atop its surface reflected across the gleaming wood, which despite its cleanliness, Frankie would polish...
But I Like Hell | Fiction

But I Like Hell | Fiction

Dana, Florida, 1996 Some days you wait for people to say something interesting. People talk in loops, and you want to hula hoop their words; you want movement and speed, shaking hips, energy. Your brain feels like every conversation’s been pre-recorded and when...
A Mother’s Gift | Fiction

A Mother’s Gift | Fiction

Auntie Lu was drunk. It was a sloppy, uncontrolled inebriation, a stumble off the edge of propriety rather than a purposeful dive. Not that anyone was here to judge her, not tonight. After all, allowances had to be made when a woman lost her sister. The rest of Vida’s...
The Days Without Time | Fiction

The Days Without Time | Fiction

In Myrtle Beach during the early summer of 2017, heretofore identified only as the days without time, my friends took to laughing at mini golf courses with water spurting from the mouths of enamel-coated dragons, vacated beachwear warehouses still boasting names like...