Category: Fiction

Reuse, Recycle, Recover

Maybe he would drop the umbrella, walk away with long strides, and not even glance back at the girl with the ladybug canvas at her feet.

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Welcome to WolfWorld

There’s only wolves and people left.

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Sol in the Evening

The sky looked like a bowl of discarded mussel shells. Tom thought this must have been the kind of dusk his grandfather fought and died under.

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ship of theseus

The story of a love affair upon the sea.

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Monkey See

“They probably thought Evan just smelled like that: nauseatingly floral like Katie Levi-Moretti, the first girl in his high school class to discover perfume and, therefore, the last person everybody wanted to sit next to at assembly.”

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requiem

If you ask me about the next day, though, and I mean the day he killed himself, I won’t be able to tell you anything. I don’t remember. But if you ask me about the day before, I can tell you how Carrie looked in the muggy evening light, how the tips of his hair curled with sweat, how a cluster of pimples settled above his left eyebrow like a constellation.

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Jackal at the Shrine

Fiction, on raising the dead.

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Dido

“No one else must have noticed, not expecting a god to appear, so very human, on the streets.”

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Rain

“A compass points to Borneo, and Oksana runs straight toward it.”

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The Ghost Sex

Reliving what could have been.

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Hey, Sweet Annie

“He closed his eyes. Should he be praying right now? He wasn’t sure. He forgot to think about this part.”

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No Dogs, Just Days

Billy was a boy who had liked my sister the summer she graduated from high school. He took her to eat ice cream and see movies about dolphins which she described as “fascinating.” Katy stopped caring about things after she … Read More

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