Most read stories

If only one more thing

14111411 views1010 comments55 favs

If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say

Flash Before Your Eyes

14111411 views66 comments11 fav

It was the dead of winter. I took my father's shotgun from his closet. He kept it wrapped up in one of those khaki-colored gun tote bags that had a zipper running the whole length of the gun. It was a 16-gauge, single action shotgun. Anyone could tell wha

Penny

14101410 views22 comments00 favs

I saw a woman stop, Stoop on the platform To pick up a penny, And wondered what it was worth To her, that disruption, That eddy in the flow of the day's rush. One hint of brightness, A tiny windfall And something changed. Lucky heads…

The Shopkeeper

14101410 views1212 comments88 favs

His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.

Dear Friend

14101410 views44 comments11 fav

Dear Friend: As a visitor to Wonderland in the past, you are truly among our most treasured friends. It is the enthusiasm for whimsy such as yours that spurs us to continue to provide perplexing chaos for which we are so widely esteemed, the better to

Walking To Gibraltar, Chapter 5: In Which Lymph Nodes Are Involved

14101410 views11 comment00 favs

Astrid did not smoke. Astrid did not drink. Astrid was not overweight. Astrid did not live a sedentary lifestyle; her whole life, aside from shopping, was working out. Astrid had no history of breast cancer or other female cancers in her family. Astrid di

Things Unspoken

14101410 views11 comment11 fav

There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…

Pen Pals

14101410 views1414 comments1010 favs

Sitting together at Starbucks, we composed a long love letter which we've been mailing back and forth to each other, signing our name upon each receipt and returning it for the last nine months and it has grown to eighty seven pages, barely fitting in a shoe box.

Rain Typing

14101410 views33 comments22 favs

"I'm just going to take a power nap!"

Arcana Magi Zero + Pure - c.2

14101410 views00 comments00 favs

Mayumi approached them; her memories of their faces from the texts they received from each other had come alive.

A Paltry Thing

14101410 views88 comments77 favs

I love Hooters. Best cheese steak in town in my opinion.

annah la Javanese. Gauguin

14101410 views00 comments00 favs

Her feet are raised upon an embroidered green pillow and she sits naked in a blue velvet chair. Red earrings dangling from her ears, while a red monkey sits at her feet with one leg extended. She is exotic. A powder blue on her lips and at her navel,

Imagining the Reading as Effacement

14101410 views88 comments66 favs

What the spaces say// can be heard in the short/ and longer silences

Abuse and Hyperbole

14101410 views00 comments00 favs

I beat that dog with an open hand, clenching him between my thighs.

Alice White Loves Me Because

14091409 views88 comments44 favs

She loves you when your words leave her dirty, semi-transparent, at times, overexposed.

The Window (Part II)

14091409 views00 comments00 favs

When we saw the window, we were impressed. It was so clean and transparent that it reminded us of a new pair of glasses, everything so crisp and clear through it. It looked on to nothing. Actually it looked on to the refridgerators and a few stoves, though most of the…

Indentured Servitude

14091409 views33 comments22 favs

"I’m wearing a white sundress with little strings tied at the shoulders, sheer white panties, and a lace push up bra." It sounded good, sexy, likable. The kind of outfit a girl he’d fall in love with would wear- if he was prone to love, that is. "That sou

Bridges Are a Lot Like Long Corridors

14091409 views66 comments55 favs

Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.

“The Confession of the Sorcerer of Darkness”

14091409 views00 comments00 favs

A dark and mysterious account of an ancient traveler seeking arcane literature, and the miserable results to him after he receives what he sought.

Not So Thoughtful After All

14091409 views33 comments44 favs

She put the Necco wafer on Sally's tongue."You can't be the priest, Emma" Sally said nearly choking on the hard, chalky disk."Then why you on yaw knees stupid?""You said to be prayin' and like in church, but you can't be doin' priest stuff. That's for…

Maggie

14091409 views00 comments00 favs

But she didn't. It would have been no historical anomaly if she had, by the way. She played with the world like it was a toy. Sometimes I wondered if I'd wake up in a box, a victim of live internment, and scream only to be humiliated later by her laughter

Sunbelt Winter Sketches

14091409 views88 comments88 favs

Sunlight and the small wind/ swallow the frost/ on rooftops and windshields

Digging

14091409 views22 comments11 fav

I came to a field where, scattered around, were quite a few men digging holes

candy crush

14091409 views33 comments33 favs

1. we got off at the same stop. you approached me as i walked towards the stairs. i saw you looking at me, you said. i wasn't. i was looking at your magazine's cover. i don't remember what i said. i wanted to explore how to exist as myself however i wanted. i wanted to get…

Olfactory

14091409 views22 comments11 fav

Life to her had come to resemble one of those mazes you find in a puzzle book, inscrutable except by those with exceptional IQs. Mary would run her pencil down one path in search of the passage that might penetrate to the exit, then another, but the paths

Portfolio

14091409 views1313 comments99 favs

The line weights are spot on/ and the snap of lines is textbook/ for a discipline that died with AutoCad

Heaven On the Floor

14091409 views22 comments11 fav

In the blur she met Joseph. Joseph was the priest who lived in the attic of the church. She met him after she grew boobs and thighs that moved like dragonflies soaring above ponds.

Never Said

14091409 views00 comments00 favs

We're at the Park Diner. My dad Tommie is sitting across from me. He looks haggard, tired. His skin is pasty and washed-out. He's not talking, so I'm not talking either, but it doesn't matter because it's hanging there between us.Cancer.Motherfucker.“Don't look so…

There is a Certain Long Armed Bird I See

14091409 views66 comments44 favs

from here with its brightly polished fingers spread easily amongst the cresting winds off the choppysky, circling the sun and sea splattered cliffs like a lone marble rolling down a smoothed out incline only to be turned invisibly over again as if…

two little water molecules

14081408 views11 comment11 fav

away into a gale then sleet he gurgled with eddie the pike till he yearned and twirled the oracle of spider gloss till he slipped alone into the sky to find her in a violet rain they splat together back to back on the rail in the rumbling tumbl