Most read stories

The Industrious Mice

13971397 views33 comments22 favs

I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!

The Face of the Moon, And Another Story

13971397 views11 comment11 fav

For example, I never noticed that the moon had eyelashes, not until tonight. You said you couldn’t really see that, not at all. You preferred the fact that the word “lunatic” sounded like an attic on the moon...

DOOMSDAY CORN A GRIM FAIRY TALE Written under the guise of a children’s story But primarily written for adults

13971397 views00 comments00 favs

Our entire planet became poisoned by the monoculture system of agriculture. Mother Earth, who is the very soil we stand on, play on, dig in; Mother Earth, who is the very air we breathe, laugh in, talk in; Mother Earth, who is the very streams, river

Taken from 'A Story of Me And You'

13971397 views44 comments00 favs

No one commented on her altered appearance, although Will in Accounts said he quite liked her hair like that, so she assumed that no one could see the snakes. But she still felt self-conscious, exposed. She had to remember not to talk to them when she was…

In Search of Vince’s Quinces

13971397 views88 comments00 favs

Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.

White Lies

13971397 views00 comments00 favs

On these days, while Momma counts the money, we go to Blockbuster where we can pick a movie each, play on the playground at McDonalds, lick tall ice cream cones.

Falling

13971397 views22 comments11 fav

Sometimes when I fall I see a ...

Examination of Faith (And the Big Bang)

13971397 views77 comments44 favs

The marble, it's just there. I can't explain how it got there (or when), all I know is that everything is in that marble. By "everything," I mean every thing. Your breakfast? It's there.

The Note

13971397 views3131 comments1818 favs

... “All power is just behind your belly. Look. Knot of belt – just in front of navel – navel is eye of chi.” ...

Figures in Disquieting Landscapes

13971397 views1313 comments1010 favs

Tentacles hold fast to the small/ thrashing thing they believe is true// which, devoured, once crushed/ completely still, turns into shit,

Stones

13971397 views55 comments22 favs

The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.

Dinner with Someone Who Fucks Someone Else

13971397 views22 comments33 favs

say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails

To Whom It May Concern:

13961396 views00 comments00 favs

Now, we can argue about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, but there is no doubt that it takes eight spritzes of Scrubbing Bubbles bathroom cleaner, three spritzes of Lime-Away, and then a 30 second spray of Oust to incapacitat

two little water molecules

13961396 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

Fragment from a Paper Story

13961396 views11 comment11 fav

While Leif was still very young, his emotions were very easy to read, for they appeared on his parchment coloured skin, named in his mother's writing. When he was seventeen, Leif fell in love. She was a pretty maid, one of the college servants who kept his…

When Birds Do Not Fly

13961396 views44 comments44 favs

The last chick in the nest

A Quiet Noise

13961396 views77 comments33 favs

the sun is quiet like the mountains, the birds except for their wings

Bridges Are a Lot Like Long Corridors

13961396 views66 comments55 favs

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

The James Joyce Piggly-Wiggly

13961396 views55 comments33 favs

In Aisle 3 would you brighthearted find Count the Chocula.

“The Confession of the Sorcerer of Darkness”

13961396 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.

Metamorphosis

13961396 views66 comments55 favs

One morning as Georgia Samantha was waking up from her girlish dreams, she found that she had been changed during the night into a stiff-spined book.

Reasons to Live (RtL) = right to left

13961396 views99 comments88 favs

6. to register for the draft

Fantasy Wiring

13961396 views11 comment00 favs

In the mechanics of the fantasy, it is essential that the wiring is maintained, all circuits working, every current flowing with the precise measurements, lest the system malfunction and the world completely lost. The engineers are constantly abuzz, constantly understaffed…

Not So Thoughtful After All

13961396 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…

Prologue (excerpt from a novel)

13961396 views55 comments11 fav

The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r

Not Another Day In The Machine.

13961396 views00 comments00 favs

I A sparklerman zig-zagged across the skies, re-arranging stars in its path. How bright his stick-like and jaggy limbs twinkle, I noticed; even noticing my surprise. No longer 'simply sitting', I was. 'It is time' I mumbled. The room was melting, si

Portfolio

13961396 views1313 comments99 favs

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

i'll give you a large sum of money for finding my kite. thanks.

13961396 views11 comment11 fav

sometimes we saw it in the sky. we'd stand on invisible stairs trying to reach it. running like frightened geese. we were going to catch up with it. grab onto its string. pull it down.

Four Poems

13961396 views1616 comments99 favs

Our disappearance would register/ as the movement of a sand grain/ on a windy beach full of sand.

3 Poems Of Broken Hands And Lonely Drones

13961396 views11 comment11 fav

another lonely drone holding still