Most discussed stories

Bucket

11751175 views22 comments00 favs

There was a bucket of shit . . .

The Eric Dolphy Marching Band

16631663 views22 comments11 fav

My wife storms into the kitchen with a pink mako shark slung over her shoulder, barking "Dinner!" towards me as I sit on the counter swishing my middle finger through a bowl of sand.

THE AUDIT

17141714 views22 comments22 favs

During the audit...

The Bird King's Eggs

15601560 views22 comments22 favs

1The Bird King's eggs are subatomic particles created serendipitously by a sneeze in a quantum physicist's dream.Occupying a space between existence and nothingness, reason and madness, broccoli and…

The Toilers

12851285 views22 comments22 favs

In the black not dead of night, she gathers them; slowly,diligently placing the cansand bottles into two large plasticbags strung across a long piece of wood; this is her money work. She is small, but her bodyhas the choreography down:sift, search, lift,…

Ah Ha

14301430 views22 comments22 favs

He started to shudder and stutter as he got closer to it. Time went at a different rate. The gravitational field was getting stronger. His resolve to enter the point of Nothing grew stronger.

Then You May Have Complicated Grief...

14541454 views22 comments11 fav

......Based on an ad I heard on the radio from Mass. General Hospital in BostonHave you ever experienced death?Have you been in grief,past the cut off periodof six months?Has it affected your life?Has it strained relations with your wife?It is our beliefthat you…

Dr. Norm O. Pathy, M.D.

17551755 views22 comments00 favs

He slumped forward, drooling into his lap.

Alternate Tale

15901590 views22 comments22 favs

Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?

I'm In Love With Mr. Yippee!

15531553 views22 comments22 favs

“Why is there a gigantic sex toy sitting on your dining room table?” Mark asked recently. “That's not a gigantic sex toy,” I said. “It's a Wahl Hot & Cold Therapy Massager.”“Which is?” “An Advanced Pain…

He Sure Can Play Piano with Those Giant Lobster Hands

12151215 views22 comments22 favs

He sure can play piano With those giant lobster hands In his ratty raccoon coat And his old black cowboy hat His boots of Spanish leather And face like sultry weather His raspy croaking voice Picking out the words so choice They reall

Momma’s Don’t let Your Daughters Grow up to be Cowdykes

17801780 views22 comments00 favs

She could see very clearly in her mind many size five girls with radically short hair and Cowdyke outfits from places like L. L. Bean.

everybody knows

957957 views22 comments11 fav

If ever there was a fire left smoldering, it was you. If ever there was a chance in hell to fan the flames and break out into a bonfire of the vanities, it was you. It was you in a heartbeat, and it was you for all time. I knew it the second you entered

Reflector

11761176 views22 comments11 fav

I circled about six times - mesmerized by the sign that said you needed socks. Just passing through it said - As I made my third pass I thought - well, aren't we all.You looked cold. Fragile. And younger than the wrinkles that engulfed your hands, neck…

(Yet Another) Mask

13681368 views22 comments22 favs

In frustration, he picked up a hammer and slammed it straight into the center of the mask.

Crack in the Cosmos

16881688 views22 comments22 favs

There’s a crack in the cosmos, and pink is leaking through. There’s a crack in the cosmos, fix the sink, the toilet leak. There are many cracks in the cosmos, numerous. This is how time escapes. Good grief, they’re going to suck the cream

Complex

14051405 views22 comments22 favs

He sees the dogs through the window, his babies, sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. His girl, lying supine, hind legs spread, grotesquely, almost comically, as far as they can without being flush with the cushion. His boy, Cosmo, face down, the power…

Apollo (1/2 - sections 1 and 2)

11601160 views22 comments11 fav

Apollo …

Sticky Wants to Grab

25032503 views22 comments00 favs

I’ll bring the naproxen sodium so we won’t have any problem grabbing things.

Particle (7)

11541154 views22 comments11 fav

By the time he says “I am tired of the smell of pig shit and death” you’ve already lost interest

What Isn't Mine Suffices

815815 views22 comments22 favs

Leaves fall. Snow falls. Both fall beyond my notice

BOLT-TOGETHER

11541154 views22 comments00 favs

I will watch your teeth measure the highway all the way home.

Dead to Rights

14921492 views22 comments00 favs

He draped the sheet over her body. Blood spotted the fabric, rose petals on snow.He left the pistol, but pocketed the first edition she'd signed. Part of his fee.In the park, he ditched the glasses, fake mustache, and anorak before making the call.The publisher called an…

Panic Pure

13101310 views22 comments22 favs

He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”

Woman

10141014 views22 comments00 favs

There's an old woman sitting in the corner of the bar. Her blue skirt flirts foolishly with the blood-red wall.

Hip-Hop Elephants of the Golden Palace

16451645 views22 comments22 favs

Hello floaty word man / suspended in smoke / chortling coughing with collapsing colon / spraying sounds into the day / making it night and ending the line

karmic youth

11731173 views22 comments00 favs

We were so easy, so willing to be drained, that to start making those puffed-up stories about us now, our courage, etc. would be purely misleading. Put a bottle, or glass of wine in our hand, and our panties flew off, and gladly we would have followed y

This is Not an Indie Movie

11821182 views22 comments11 fav

This is not an indie movie about love and happiness and Al Green songs redone by actresses pretending to be songwriters.

Ben Clarone: Prologue Part 3

12501250 views22 comments22 favs

The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.

Ballgame

920920 views22 comments22 favs

She knew that she was bland and overweight and dull; that what was beautiful in her was locked away like a tiny maiden, far, far away in a tower, too difficult to find or reach. She must face her lot, grateful for her family and her work.