Alphabetical stories

But then you walked out on me

883883 views00 comments00 favs

I watched as you tried to fit yourself quite awkwardly into the small chair. Your eyes fluttered curiously around my house, and I smiled to myself. Your vision landed on my smile, and your face wore an expression of puzzlement."What are you smiling at?" you asked, your…

But Wait, There's More

905905 views22 comments00 favs

A rock group named Stuck Gas Pedal. Another named Tweezer. A group of young punk-rockers wearing neckerchiefs named Mein Kampfire. But wait, there’s more. A song called “We Were Being Facetious,” co-written by them all. Lost Flyswatter. That

But You Said

866866 views00 comments00 favs

A decade, at minimum, was how long their notes had transpired.Still, they all knew how it would end.

But, I Did

12141214 views11 comment11 fav

I read the runes, the cards, the signs, the sticks. I consulted tarot cards and read tea leaves. I listened to you, deconstructed every word and look and tone with the harshest logic and cynicism I could muster. If there was some way to decipher what you

Butcher Knife

19041904 views2525 comments99 favs

When I was young I used to carry a butcher knife to bed. My grandmother placed it in my small hands before tucking me in.

Butterflies and Fresh Paint

567567 views66 comments55 favs

For PearlSo radiantly a threat to themare you, so radiantly a threatyou present, my dear, but between usthere is still that unspoken pact; justone more song, please. So radiantlyyou fill their cups with the beauty ofleaves and grapes. So radiantly yoursmall reassuring smile…

Butterflies are the souls of dead babies

996996 views33 comments11 fav

When he leaves, she collects all the caterpillars she can find at the bottom of the garden and sits cross-legged in the shade of the buddleia. She makes a hollow in her skirt and drops in the smooth green, the furry black, the red, spotted and the spiny ones and watches as…

Butterfly Kisses

941941 views11 comment00 favs

We are driving towards New Jersey, my husband and I, to pick up our seventeen-year-old daughter who is visiting her father for the weekend. As we drive there, I am suddenly reminded of how much I used to love my ex-husband, particularly when I was sevente

Butterfly Man

11661166 views1111 comments33 favs

Now it was black line, wall, turn, and black line.

Butterfly Morning

914914 views22 comments11 fav

We woke up and we were whirlpools of spilt turquoise oil / with wings for flying

Butterfly, a novel by Julie O’Yang (excerpt)

12241224 views55 comments33 favs

‘So what exactly did you decide?'It was two years later that Sato-san put the question to me. The two of us had been hiding for two bloody years, moving about in the marshes along the river, living off small, skimpy meals. We couldn't turn back to our unit, because Cesaru…

BUTTERFLY, A NOVEL’s monologue:

20262026 views77 comments66 favs

Many of you may think I can't talk but I do, excessively so and all jaws. I wonder if that's the reason I get burnt sometimes. And yes, I too have a life, hear me.I was born on a rainy day somewhere in Asia, when a stranger bought me on the antique Bird & Flower Market…

Buttermilk

11831183 views99 comments55 favs

I brimmed with sexual energy and it flowed about me like a buttermilk, silk robe. Rich and thick, musk-laden and fortified with my own particular brand of woman.

Buttons

12991299 views55 comments33 favs

I opened my switchblade mouth and sliced through the scab of silence.

Buy Me Some Peanuts

10151015 views33 comments22 favs

The voice on the other end mumbles, not forming words, but I understand: I am to be the starting third baseman for the Detroit Tigers.

Buzz

782782 views44 comments00 favs

Why is this woman smiling? Because she’s the Real Mona Lisa, that’s why

Buzz Kill

11931193 views22 comments11 fav

Blood had soaked through his Converse All-Stars, and into his cotton sox. It was the smell of metal, of iron more specifically, that nudged his mind out from the fog of shock and denial, closer to the reality of his circumstances.

Buzzard

966966 views22 comments22 favs

what lies, in my eyes

Buzzed By a Hummingbird

586586 views44 comments22 favs

Some tough young punk with dreadlocks Was walking down the sidewalk while texting And got frightened when he was buzzed By a hummingbird Saying “oh shit” He ducked, but then looked all around To make sure no one saw him Of course, I wa

Buzzkill.

16261626 views11 comment11 fav

[EXPLETIVE DELETED]

By 4th Grade at St. Paul’s Elementary, No One Believes in the Spanking-Machine-in-the-Closet of Sister Alice Elenita’s Office

16761676 views99 comments99 favs

Arthur farts. Pandemonium. Miss O'Kelly shouts, “Quiet!” 32 nine year-olds freeze. “Close your books, fold your hands on your desk, put your heads down.” Obedience. Silence. Until…

By Derangement of All Our Senses

913913 views88 comments55 favs

We will collapse in a storm of images

By Misadventure

956956 views33 comments22 favs

...when they spotted each other through the glass, with he inside and she outside, she quickly began licking her fork obscenely, attempting to exhibit her sexual prowess with regard to the dexterity of her tongue and mouth...

By Saturday, We'd Be Singing

10891089 views88 comments66 favs

My uncle lived part-time in prison, in a cell with a blanket, pillow, and towel. The remainder of his days he lived in a small house on Prospect Street.

BY THE BEACH

15821582 views2323 comments1313 favs

(wc) 55 words, exact.

By the Light of the Silvery Moon

146146 views88 comments77 favs

Luminous as a newborn's face nursing in the moonlight

by the sound of it

894894 views00 comments00 favs

cicadas run our furnace

By the Time the Oceans Rise

683683 views88 comments66 favs

By the time the oceans rise/ enough for Kansans to care about,

By the Way, I'm pg.

698698 views33 comments33 favs

Driving alone again across the U.S. I thought back on my first relationship. As I sd to my girlfriend, because I was always talking, Lynda, I sd, which was not her name, the darkness surrounds us, what can we do against it? Or

By this Time of Year on Mars, the Flora is in Bloom

13531353 views11 comment11 fav

Eyes so much deeper, that the internal flow could not hope to equal the intensity fired beyond iris, pupil and sclera. So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference…