Category: Fiction

Godless

“The smell of age-old dust rushes towards you, as you look and imagine how many were forgiven for their trespasses. Against whom?”

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Annabelle, By the Pool

Before, she had felt as though of the night as a separate space—a sealed pocket of her life—but now she was reminded that everything that existed around the pool at daytime still stood by at night: the black hardtop of the basketball court, a racquetball wall, and the town Rec Center itself, a building which tomorrow would reveal to be little more than a grey dome without windows.

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Chimp Kid

“I had an itinerary for running away, and I was behind schedule. The sun was catching up.”

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River House

“What will we do in this nightmare pastoral, now that we have woken up.”

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How to Talk to Your Friend about Jordan Peterson (and Social Justice)

The challenges of friendship with a fan of Jordan Peterson.

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Nadia

“The carefully applied lipstick drew the shape of lips over where they were supposed to be, where there was now nothing more than scarred skin.”

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This Glass Box

My mother is known for throwing lavish parties and not wearing underwear. We have morning glories that crawl up our living room pillars.

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The Dead Guys

“We always did the same things every day: we went into the toy store and rearranged all the Rubik’s Cubes. We went into the library and looked at the medical encyclopedias or biographies of old ugly white guys in wigs.”

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Oxygen Holocaust

Photosynthesis is a sexually transmitted disease.

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Teeth

“He said something, but I couldn’t hear what. His face started to blur. Warm face, I heard my thoughts say. Warm face.”

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The Poster

Sometimes the world has a way of telling you when you have a calling.

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Freudian Encounters

Martha Levinson lived with her two small dogs in a Victorian house, high on a hill in the Berkshires. She was long-divorced from her ex-husband and had two grown children, Claire and Philip, who lived in New York and Los Angeles. In her old age her almond eyes had become watery and caked with eyeliner, and she had resigned her chestnut hair to an eternally frizzy nest.

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