1653 14 10
|
A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
|
165366
|
The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
|
165321
|
A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
|
16532110
|
The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
|
165343
|
A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
|
16531312
|
The service was a disaster. The Protestants bobbed up and down. They didn't know when to stand, when to sit. I
|
165300
|
Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.
|
165374
|
Each memory of Fall reminds me of the harvest; Surely this is not a thought to turn the thought of dying. Black the turning point, there is a glint at the tip of the wing: Perhaps it rises from its cinders as I wish when I was waning, …
|
1653157
|
Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.
|
165222
|
The man and the woman looked at each other almost shyly. The man flicked his eyes away self-consciously and looked outside, seeing the clouds in the distance, the smaller buildings…
|
165285
|
Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
|
165200
|
"Do you know how long they've waited for you?" Elle asked. "At first, it was every day after school, waiting at the windows. They wouldn't go play with friends because they wanted to be here, in case you returned. Then, they used to believe you would come
|
165294
|
|
165254
|
I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
|
165243
|
You think about the first time you saw an axe
|
165210
|
Read signs sometimes and you just might get where you're trying to go. When Eddie suggested they stop for a Whopper, Dennis said no. "Fuck Burger King, man. Let's get that Wendy's up there." They got…
|
165244
|
My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
|
165221
|
"Now, I'm not no Holocaust Denier . . . I just think it was a little bump in the road! Like Reagan said about Watergate . . . 'Mistakes were made,' and all. Well, shoot . . .…
|
16521510
|
I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
|
165230
|
my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
|
16521312
|
Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
|
165240
|
|
165255
|
Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
|
1652188
|
Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
|
165130
|
I see ghosts. They accost me in their sleep. Hundreds of them. When I wake up (after a long night of half-waking), I think, What wold ghosts want with me? I have nothing for them. But at night they're there again, watching, tapping my shoulder as I lay awake. Sometime…
|
165122
|
" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
|
165110
|
Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
|
165153
|
The arrangements of lights on the cracking towers are a segment of Orion’s belt, the handle of the Big Dipper and a section of Andromeda’s spine.
|
165121
|
It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
|
165154
|
The coin, so little, the watch chain, the youth, the fading softening speech, each hand and finger, the panic modeled on your own eyes, the ashtray, certain stumps along the way, the long distance, the odd feather, the jazz rope gone,…
|
