Stories tagged short-stories

Hello, My Name Is James, And I Am An Asshole

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By my calculations, all hell is uncoiling. At the moment, this fact is not really obvious to anyone, but I'm confident that will change soon enough.

Dakota

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I am warming up the Hotel Hugo courtesy shuttle van when Victor the front desk manager comes striding out waving his arms asking me why I haven't backed up yet. Victor says I'm always in my own world when I should be paying attention to the work at hand,

The Wreck of Me

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“You’re a hard habit to break,” I said. My tongue was flaring. Flirting with nurses was my father’s thing.

Coffee

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He picked up a pack of cigarettes and shook it. He flipped the lid to confirm there were none left.

Struck

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Renee’s eyes shifted from the backseat in the mirror to her left shoulder, switching lanes. She was a fender away from a newspaper headline, obituary most likely, but luck was just passing and signaled the all clear.

Immaculata Dentata

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She's good with scissors, too, knows how to slice up her seams. Nothing up her sleeves, you can see when she turns herself inside out. And she won't even charge you a fee.

Duet for Two Instruments of Indefinite Pitch

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A full moon in the morning sky, the sun hasn't bothered to rise and why should it, see how unnecessary it is, left over from a sleepless night, it stayed there, in suspense, waiting to see what you could possibly get up to next. A patron saint for lost ca

In the Flesh

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“Why is it so warm? Do you feel that? I think it’s...pulsing.”

The Eric Dolphy Marching Band

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My wife storms into the kitchen with a pink mako shark slung over her shoulder, barking "Dinner!" towards me as I sit on the counter swishing my middle finger through a bowl of sand.

Pinhole

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Because his mother is Catholic and he may be, too, subliminally.

Useless Things

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Nothing is accomplished without the confidence of practice, the little joy of a pleasing thing that nourishes even before it is eaten.

The Invention of Useless Things

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Nothing is accomplished without the confidence of practice, the little joy of a pleasing thing that nourishes even before it is eaten.

Useless Things

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Nothing is accomplished without the confidence of practice, the little joy of a pleasing thing that nourishes even before it is eaten.

Nonesuch: A Satire

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The morning of her suicide, Nonny Rice received a letter.

O Fortuna

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She stares at the grinning death’s head in front of her, inviting her to make a deal. Any deal. She looks up and around the casino floor. She is in the center of the maze and there are no exits.