2036 10 7
|
Things get lost in Big John, too. I see the other guys throw jokes about his size at his body that wedge their way into his armpits or into the wrinkles of his laugh lines and disappear. I’m not sure if it all disappears to remind us how small we are,
|
20361311
|
I am constricted by rings. The weight of self crushes me.
|
203611
|
Whispers flew, like wild darts across the room. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. Right then, it wasn’t my job to figure things out; it was my job to cry.
|
203611
|
When I was six, my father brought home a fishbowl. Look out for the inhabitants, he said. You can play Neptune in their microcosm of the sea.
|
203698
|
They sat on the couch, and he tried to unbutton her buttons, but she fended him off.
|
203687
|
I'd been working for two years as a barista in a Starbuck's in a giant, two-story Borders in an upscale mall on Rt. 355, a main artery between Washington D.C., and Frederick, Maryland. I'd finished my M.F.A in 2000 and was trying to build up steam for more grad…
|
20361213
|
Papadad has one good eye. The other fell out during a rant and has since been replaced by a rifle scope, which he uses to scrutinise enemies.——Papadad is an authority on everything, even topics he has not researched. He expatiates on these at the dinner table,…
|
20361615
|
....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
|
203684
|
He beats the girl, stabs her 22 times, rapes her, then uses his fingertips to push her orbital sockets into the back of her head before killing her. At trial, he laughs about whether or not there…
|
20361412
|
The hour reflected those pleasant moments when evening hunger can be satiated by anticipation alone, before the pangs become demanding.
|
203521
|
time. Night after night he's up, restless. What if she knew his plans? If only he'd bypass his miscalculations and slip through
|
2035159
|
She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
|
2035179
|
Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
|
203512
|
The zombie apocalypse was long foretold as a rather exciting bit of bother involving shotguns and chainsaws, but the reality of it is rather depressingly boring.
|
20351510
|
|
2035114
|
Upon learning the fetus has fingernails, Missy texts her boyfriend: It has nails! He won’t reply because he’s just left for war, but she does it just the same.
|
2034129
|
in which creative destruction holds the heads of entire populations beneath the surface of the water in bathtubs until the bubbles stop
|
203494
|
Three hours isn't that long.
|
20342916
|
"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
|
2034107
|
god bless my shapeless head. we are good at becoming older. i feel incredibly negative all the time.
|
20342315
|
This is the story of the man whose wife lived in his neck. Every morning, he would turn to her and say, "Hello, Sweetheart. How was your night?" and she would answer, Brilliant! What else?
|
203450
|
Take my hand. Take my hand and we will sail through the atmosphere leaving trails of rainbow speckled life written in musical notes behind us. We can go anywhere you want, whenever you wish. The moon in 1974. I hear the earth looks gorgeous during the seventies.…
|
203484
|
None of us ever thought this would happen.
|
2034100
|
"What say we adjourn to the bedroom and I give you a little demonstration of sexual acrobatics?”
|
203475
|
“It’s a sad thing,” I said, “when a man has to suffer just for getting a little on the side.”
|
2034115
|
After court, the three of us skipped third period, walked down to the river and huddled under the 6th Street Bridge.
|
20341310
|
sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
|
203374
|
Every Friday night she gets liberated at The Haymarket Square doing a bunny hop or a do si do with ex-members of The Saint Augustine Women's Choir. She remembers how as kids, shy or awkward in dresses, their voices formed the harmony, the flight of something V-shaped…
|
203377
|
The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
|
203342
|
The stern tone of the chairwoman made him miss his mother, the snap of her accusations, the sting of her belt on the backs of his legs.
|
