Night Under A Willow Tree

A couple of friends drove to the cemetery with dented shovels and some beer. They used tiny flashlights to scan the headstones in the areas where the moon wasn’t bright enough. Moths would scatter from the grave flowers when they felt the vibrations of their footsteps. The nectar in their stomachs bubbled and sloshed as […]

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Return Of The Well Hidden

A blast of thunder woke Bill violently from his sleep and his forehead collided with the wooden boards that were just inches above his face. After letting out a series of expletives he moved his eyes around to see that he was sleeping in the dirt beneath something. He could see a band of faint […]

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Number 36

There were three people left on bus 36 as it was making its last stops for the night. The lights above the seats buzzed like summer insects, and one of them was burnt out leaving the back few rows in a dark void. One of the passenger’s names was Helen and she worked at a […]

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Prescription

Ned didn’t remember what it was like to wake up every morning and not want to bash his head into every sharp corner in his small unimpressive house. He had been feeling this urge much more powerfully recently ever since his boss called him into his office and told him he was on thin ice. […]

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A Familiar Place

I don’t give a fuck about anything. Not since the sound started ringing perpetually in my ears. It makes my stomach sick to listen, but I’m afraid of what’s behind the lower volume. You pulled on the drawstrings that came out of my hood, making the fabric tight around my neck. I tell you all […]

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Norman Door

The first pseudo intellectual I ever knew was a clarinet player with tentacles? I can’t remember the second one, but when I try to, I can only picture chalk boards with drawings of stars and sporadic squiggles that connect in the middle to form black holes among the chaos. Every day I make tally marks […]

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Looking Out Across The Ice

An old man skated figure eights on the surface of a frozen lake. He thought about all the times before When he would come to this place with his friends, and they would all feel a burning in their lungs from the cold air. For some reason his old body did not falter under the […]

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