Tag Archives: Fiction
“This is Chuck Klosterman filling in for Steve who-the-fuck on CNN. As you can see the from the scene behind me chaos has erupted on the Senate floor. Newsroom, this is the epitome of a pizza party gone awry.” Advertisements
Closed. Not a word generally considered ominous but when it’s written on the airlock leading to the last escape pod it takes on a bit more sinister undertone. There was a whoosh. Update: formerly connected to the last escape pod.
I swiped right. In retrospect that was probably the big mistake. Well, the big mistake was probably answering the message. Well, the big mistake was probably agreeing to meet, but swiping right was probably the first big mistake, in this … Continue reading
The electricity had been out for a week. Now flames covered half the city and no one knew what happened to the fire department. Eddie ducked under an SUV as an angry mob carrying rags soaked in gasoline moved up … Continue reading
When you buy a house near water you understand you’re taking on certain inherent risks. Floods are more likely, college kids going skinny dipping may occasionally pass out in your irises, the ground will just be generally muddy in the … Continue reading
“It’s basically the same thing,” Jill insisted, pushing the harp into Ginny’s hands. Ginny pushed it back. “Is not,” she protested. Beyond the curtain the murmur of the audience was growing louder. “I play the ukulele. Badly.”
The drill sergeant slammed his fist on his desk and screamed, “the next person to yawn is going to wake up on the other side of his face!” The recruits agreed, he hadn’t been the same since the accident.
“You’re going to die here. You know that?” the man’s voice was a deep base, thick and syrupy, like warm blood ran in the words themselves. I could feel them on my skin when he spoke. They seemed to brush … Continue reading
Today, we’re going way back. This story comes from the word duel that started it all. “You and your fucking turtleneck,” Mikey said, as he punched the cement wall.