Most read stories

Everybody Be Cool, This is a Robbery!

15711571 views22 comments11 fav

Wesley did not rob banks in Banning County. Wesley Roberts was the sheriff of Banning County; robbing its banks would have created a conflict of interest.

I Took Part in 5 Orgies, Which I Liked, and Got Pounded into Shit

15711571 views22 comments22 favs

[PARTY.]

Exile

15711571 views44 comments22 favs

Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.

I Ask You, Erin Burnett...is it fair?

15711571 views22 comments22 favs

In the privacy of a booth?

Breaking Point

15711571 views66 comments55 favs

I can do the hot coals, no problem. Or, your love, eyes closed. Or your sneer, spank, suffering, resentment, rejection.

Sacre Something

15701570 views11 comment00 favs

My first abroad journey completed. A picturesque way to end it all, really. I’m into that, I think to myself: making things play like movies or dramas or as beautifully as I can make them.

Suede Denim

15701570 views22 comments22 favs

Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.

Vain Boasts and Confessions in Descending Mode

15701570 views77 comments33 favs

My, but how that girl loved to defenestrate! I shall ever be grateful for my obstinacy with never living more than a single story above ground level.

Elevator to the Angels

15701570 views55 comments55 favs

I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.

Love Las Muertas

15701570 views00 comments00 favs

a dozen girls with Encarnación's face flit past, whispering kisses along the part of my hair, tickling their hems along the cuticles of my nails.

The Hero in Heart of Darkness

15701570 views1313 comments99 favs

Remember the equatorial heat, the flies,/ the lurking hum and scream of jungle,/ the squalor? Remember the functionary.

The So White Woods

15701570 views22 comments11 fav

The sun becomes hot. She removes her skirt. She is left with a black bodice, with white laces, leggings underneath and a pair of twelve hole Doc Martens.

Heron

15701570 views11 comment11 fav

. . . nor did mine eye apologize.

Johnny

15701570 views22 comments00 favs

He also had OCD. He had to kick every dog he met. Johnny killed a lot of dogs and was bitten by many others. He was a cruel bastard.

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 25

15701570 views66 comments44 favs

It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.

Beside the Still Waters

15701570 views00 comments00 favs

“You. There,” said the fellow, pointing his gun like a dead finger. “You believe that water saves the soul, don’t you?” Thomas looked to the other boys for an answer, but they didn’t know any more than he did.

Whither Butter Sculpture?

15701570 views00 comments00 favs

Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?

Assiduity Eight

15701570 views99 comments33 favs

no snippet tasting

An Open Letter For Zombie Rights

15691569 views1010 comments33 favs

We are what we are, and that is zombies.

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 22

15691569 views88 comments55 favs

Elaine and Francesco exited the taxi in front of Elaine Aster Gallery.

Thanking Harry

15691569 views22 comments22 favs

At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…

I See Your Face Before Me

15691569 views00 comments00 favs

The summer was announcing itself in thick waves of heat that rolled like a slow motion hurricane inside Mark Keeler's 1971 Mercury Montego. The car baked in a…

The Good Ship - Forgotten

15691569 views33 comments22 favs

As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right

Iowa

15691569 views77 comments66 favs

"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."

On Desire

15691569 views22 comments22 favs

For two days his parents had been fighting, and they would tell him to tell the other one something every morning that was supposed to be some sort of slight at their personal failings, which had been inflamed by their twenty years of marriage.

Old Houses

15691569 views00 comments00 favs

The rocking chair will bite your toes.

Christmas

15691569 views88 comments33 favs

First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.

Thanks, for the Memory

15691569 views11 comment11 fav

"So, how did you know my name?" "I read memories." i said

Lessons from Survivors

15691569 views00 comments00 favs

You cannot go back, you cannot go home, you cannot cannot cannot…Only in memory is it possible to travel back in time. We all imagine it. We relive happy moments, sad moments, we exist, time exists and it passes. We cannot stop it.

The Gift of the 12th Congressional District of Michigan

15691569 views22 comments22 favs

Other men looked up and, rather than feeling pleasantly surprised at the sudden sound of ethereal metal crickets in their presence, left the restroom after hastily finishing their silent shaking. Mitch joined them, feeling like a coward for being afraid o