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
Counters | Fiction
Our reward for finishing chores are in dinged up plastic cases from the library. The movies star talking dogs, rarely dinosaurs. They have funny white lesbians instead of Jim Carey or Eddie Murphy. We’ll watch the other movies at friends’ houses later....
Stink | Fiction
Atlanta Writers Club Presents… The Terry Kay Prize for Fiction Winner: Albert Norton, Jr. Stink The smell started with me. I noticed it first on the subway, though it wasn’t so unusual at that moment. The smell, I mean: human perspiration....
Intruders | Fiction
She felt the draft as soon as her husband opened the front door. Hot air whirred through the ducts, the ticking sound they’d worried about even louder than usual, over-matched by a cold blast that continued even with the door closed. The foyer felt almost as frigid as...
Crying Boys Welcome Here | Fiction
The sign on the door reads Crying Boys Welcome Here. Inside, they are arranged in a circle, hunched on squeaky metal chairs, faces blurry like foggy windshields, twelve pairs of cheeks lobster-claw red. They hold paper cups filled with water poured from a decanter on...
Black Demon | Fiction
Baja believed in Megalodons like she believed in Jesus Christ; after all, one lurked in her pallid, Sapphic waters. She kept her head in the southern waters, a compulsion brought on by fear. The other cities sat, land-locked and said, “My love, you have nothing to...Follow Us
