Most read stories

Insidious

14341434 views22 comments11 fav

Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys

Osama, Osama--He's After Your Mama!

14341434 views00 comments00 favs

Captain Zeep came to Earth at last century's end to help pave the way for a Zorkian takeover by 2012 at the latest. Key to the game plan: Earthlings had to get dumber than eggplants. When George Bush stole the White House, Zeep figured, Bingo, dumb…

Barbarian(s) Within the Gates

14341434 views66 comments55 favs

This writers' conference (sponsored by VQR, which had run its banner ad atop the Fictionaut home page in the summer of 2014, which begins to explain both my attendance and this essay) revealed itself as an apt subject . . .

Size Times New Roman

14341434 views44 comments00 favs

“I’m making a dress,” she said, feeding the pages through the sewing machine. He didn’t know how to answer. “Are those my books?”

The Widow Teasdale and the Ineffable Warmth of Personal Services

14341434 views11 comment11 fav

Her cash. It smelled like seven-dollar-a-quart gardenia perfume and cave aged cheese—like hope overgrown with mildew.

How Sturdy Is Your Sick Bag?

14341434 views77 comments22 favs

A wave lifted me from my seat, scattering more drops of vomit around, and I thought nastily about bringing the motion sickness bracelets back inside, dripping bags in tow, to ask for a refund.

Dear Plant Life Magazine

14341434 views22 comments11 fav

I have enclosed a newspaper clipping so you can see I’m telling the truth. I’m in the picture on the far right, standing near a maple tree with my mouth wide open in a scream. On the far left is a rearing horse with one of the local farm kids on it,

Black House

14341434 views88 comments55 favs

I dreamt once a child’s drawing of a house all scribbly black crayon swayback roof crooked chimney. God, do you remember how cold it was that night?

The Gowanus. Expressway, not canal

14341434 views88 comments77 favs

in their hunt for desires not felt on either side of the crescent / called Gowanus

HEADLINES

14341434 views00 comments00 favs

Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 24

14341434 views88 comments55 favs

When Frank entered Michiko’s apartment, Michiko was not there.

O Where Did Our Funny Go?

14341434 views66 comments55 favs

What a nation! First we lost our money Now we’ve lost our funny

All Fall Down

14341434 views1010 comments99 favs

He just up and dropped dead one day, Charles said. Pretty tough on Karen, I opined. Charles looked the other way.

The Old Dog (in response to Brian Warfield)

14341434 views33 comments00 favs

Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.

Pillow

14341434 views1414 comments00 favs

“I was just dreaming about you,” he said, sleepy-voiced. “What's for breakfast?”

The Face in the Oatmeal

14341434 views55 comments44 favs

It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.

Lorelei

14341434 views22 comments11 fav

It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.

needs

14341434 views1010 comments55 favs

addict for validation and cat tongues

The Discovery of Infinity

14341434 views66 comments55 favs

Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.

Wishing for the Shadow of a Perfect Cube

14341434 views1717 comments99 favs

Words darken with smut and irony over time.

Enough, Trump

14341434 views1313 comments1111 favs

Enough, Trump. We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, your swagger, your towers, your money, tempers, walls, bombs, smarts, snarls, pouts and doubts, bigotty bile, and once again, style. We just…

Dog Years

14331433 views1212 comments1010 favs

Already my back aches

Peggy Guggenheim Visits an Operation

14331433 views22 comments22 favs

To pay the bill.

Five Million Yen: Chapter 58

14331433 views44 comments22 favs

Anatoly Gringovitch was listening to the dress rehearsal of Hausenstockmann’s Constellations at Auditorium Rainier III in Monte Carlo.

My Latest Failure

14331433 views22 comments22 favs

Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.

Mai Tai Daze

14331433 views22 comments00 favs

Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…

Something, He Wrote

14331433 views99 comments44 favs

Mayakovsky wrote...

There is a woman

14331433 views88 comments33 favs

There is

let’s play hooky

14331433 views22 comments00 favs

There is just something about a thin, white cotton v-neck t-shirt, he thought, as he ran his hand over bleary eyes and dehydrated lips. He wanted her, as always. But he needed just a little more rest. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It…

Past Due

14331433 views77 comments22 favs

When Mr. Hawk died, he discovered something. Heaven was like being the library forever. Hell was like being in the library forever. Only one of those places had Ava Gardner.