Recommended stories

Friendship Pins

18491849 views77 comments22 favs

There were a lot of advantages to having shoelaces.

conversations with the psychic

12421242 views55 comments33 favs

She told me in all my past lives I’ve always been a woman, and I was stuck in this relationship and you weren’t coming back, so I should just move on and get over it. I was a little sad, but yeah, I knew I was going to go back to her one more time, just

House

13331333 views77 comments33 favs

I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t

The Nature of Things

10241024 views44 comments33 favs

She couldn't see what was actually there—the landscaping. All she could see were dollar signs, thousands of them suspended in mid-air, floating over each new plant, each well-placed sprinkler head, every curve of terraced orderliness on the hillside. She…

The Dream to Build a City

778778 views55 comments33 favs

I tried to drain the ocean But only got a waterfall I tried to drain the sky But only got a thunderstorm I got lightning I got rain I had to build a city By blowing on the palm of my hand The sands rose up The dust blew away And all

Fallen Women 1010

18341834 views77 comments33 favs

Like all professors, I'm required to maintain office hours to help my students so I'm at my desk every fourth Tuesday of months without an "r" in them from 10:30 to 11:00 p.m.

One Man Caught in a Multitude of Self

250250 views55 comments33 favs

The idea that anything is possible only in the moment that it isn't

She Frog

12711271 views33 comments44 favs

She had a face like a frog: wide mouth, prominent eyes – and when she touched him, her fingers felt clammy on his skin.

PIGEONS

14251425 views66 comments33 favs

Ellen decided to soft-pedal the one month to live thing. Really, there was barely time for the patient to read Ellen's brochure.

ATYPICAL TWITTER PSYCHOSIS

14651465 views33 comments22 favs

nine seven thousand debut novel words i love you thx for reading by #aksania #xenogrette #MINE #novella #birdking #pixies #ASPARAGUS #SPACETRASHVIOLET #SEX #DOROTHYNOTROBOT

The Judge's Wife Part 8

11801180 views66 comments33 favs

—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.

Not So Thoughtful After All

12591259 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…

Almost There

878878 views44 comments33 favs

On the phone I asked my mother how she was doing. “I’m getting old,” she said. “Going slow. But getting there. I’m ninety-four!” My mother was always 94, when she was really 93. I remember she was 93, right after she turned 92. And 92 when she was

A Delicate and Ancient Art

14971497 views33 comments33 favs

He was a sushi chef, and he would spend hours in their kitchen practicing his knife skills, and the speed with which he can put that there and this in that and so on; and she would see him on the floor most mornings, still wearing that dirty, tattered ban

DRIVING WITH JON

13451345 views55 comments33 favs

“There’s no real freedom in this world. But a car and the open road is close enough for government work.”

Upwards, Into the White Eye Rising (Parts IV - VI)

12571257 views44 comments33 favs

IV. Upwards, into the white eye rising, There is will, to stay, yet stays no will to be. Come,…

Wordswhisperlove

10331033 views55 comments33 favs

His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the wick of a pretty little candle.

Stillness

13611361 views33 comments33 favs

You were sitting on dark leather meringue, wearing slit ivy, epilated thighs sliding through, roots showing beneath your anaemic skin, fighting with the pale bluegreen of your veins. Quills extended from your left hand, bent about 10.2 degrees or so.

Corrections & Clarifications

13401340 views1515 comments22 favs

It was Fredrick Miller, not his murdered son Matthew, who was executed Monday night at Henshaw Prison. (the system won't take anything under 200 characters, so this part is just to take up space. please ignore)

Comes a Little Dog

16231623 views1010 comments22 favs

Time Holds Ultimately Nothing Dear Except Reunion

Two poems by Mordechai Geldman translated from the Hebrew

925925 views44 comments22 favs

CHU …

On Our Way

18741874 views55 comments33 favs

  They met on a bus. The bus got lost. He had corn chips. She had a tuna sandwich. They shared. “This is good,” he said. “Did you make this?” …

Suicide Machines

16281628 views22 comments33 favs

["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]

I've Seen You Naked

13671367 views55 comments33 favs

and watched you grinning from your opulent spinning cages and although you were never less than always remarkably perfumed, toappeal I'm guessing to the sniffing about masses, to me they've…

GRANDMA FLYNN

16041604 views66 comments33 favs

She shoved a small bottle under her aprons and came towards me, darkening the passageway from “Ancestor” by Thomas Kinsella The night I heard the Banshee she passed away. In my screaming fear dada and mama woke. …

Found Out

12291229 views44 comments44 favs

The other day my friend, Donald, said Shirley always tells him she loves him and she probably does in her way, but it didn't comport with what he walked in and found her doing again last night. She was back at it, hunched over her computer, having chat sex with the…

Horizon

11401140 views55 comments33 favs

Over the electronic horizon at an invisible distance nuclear reactors melt like ice cream and release tiny black lines of radiation that wriggle in the air like worms

Father's Day

785785 views44 comments33 favs

I nudged my old man's boot from the coffee table and picked up beer cans. The boots were chewed-up and he still wore the shirt with his name, but he'd retired. There were little burn holes in it from welding and smoking. I emptied the mound of Lucky Strikes. He talked in…

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 60

11981198 views66 comments33 favs

That is a pretty damning statement.

The Journalist Sips His Tea

314314 views88 comments33 favs

It isn't fashion or politics, centipedes or Morgellons, but the sanctity of melons, the squeezing out of juices. Now that we are purified,addicted to the colour red, neon signs announceelectricity is dead.A tranquil crowd of strangers, anxious…