Tag Archives: short 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.”
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’ve waited my whole life for a movie like this to come along. No matter how it turns out, it’s a huge victory for my people. This movie is going to raise awareness for their struggles. But It’ll be more … Continue reading
Standing over the smoldering ruins of my bed, fire extinguisher in hand, I knew my relationship was over. It wasn’t her screaming obscenities at me, or the rhythmic cry of the smoke alarm in the hall, or the white residue … 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
“Get over here right now. It’s done.” Mike didn’t even say goodbye. He slammed down the phone and ran to Jim’s apartment. when he got there Jim was waiting for him. “Let me present my greatest invention to date. It’ll … 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.