Prophet, Bird, or Devil
Dr. Karen Stone slammed her palm down on the table. “Not fast enough!” She hissed, and stalked out of the trailer door, slamming it...
Nov 12, 2017
Incorporeal Estate
This story was inspired by the linked tumblr post and my recent spate of going to real estate websites and mooning over homes I can’t...
Oct 20, 2017
Rain Boy
Every mother has days like this: she has twenty-seven hours worth of chores to fit into a twenty-four hour period. So she leaps out of...
Mar 4, 2017
Recycle your loved ones, please
“Francis Snyder isn’t producing oxygen, Dack.” A thin man with a few wisps of strawberry blond hair on his head stood just in the...
Feb 21, 2017
Drowning
His eyes were swimming pool blue. The cars on the street, the smell of a passerby’s cigarette, the shriek of the espresso machine inside...
Dec 22, 2016
Burnt Consequence
Every time, he resisted. But it was like an unbearable itch, burning into him, a need to know that singed his nostrils with smoke. They...
Oct 10, 2016
Boring Things
Last week I sat in a metal cylinder with a little over a hundred other people. After a brief wait and some preliminary safety...
Sep 7, 2016
Apple
The apple sat on the table, shining in the sunlight, round and red and delectable. “There,” a woman’s voice said, “eat it.” A pair of...
Aug 11, 2016

