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
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
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...
But have you actually tried just taking a bath? | Fiction
The voice on the end of the phone tells me to run a bath. His words dissolving in the stagnant air I inhaled. exhaled. inhaled. Fed up of that tiny process. Exhausting. Exhausted. I should just tell him I don’t have a bath. Maybe that’s the secret code. The five words...
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
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....Follow Us
