Dødningeknip, Part 2
Day 5: Sunday Detective Krauss surveys the scene. In full lighting, the inside of a strip club looks like absolute shit. Gaudy colors and dingy…
Rejoice!, Part 1
I. Beyond the cracked sidewalk and the telephone pole with layers of flyers in a rainbow of colors and the patch of dry brown grass, there stood a…
Free Trade
Mr. and Mrs. England live in a house. Mr. England has to service all of Mrs. England’s needs. Day after day, he has to service Mrs. England, and he’s…
Amy
Sandy is in the living room; the sitting room, as her mother so quaintly insists on calling it. This had been the family home for nearly thirty…
The Man in the Murk
Ethan clutched a liquor bottle and skulked by the bedroom door. He watched his wife Annie O. squeeze into a red dress that hugged her curves and…
Ted
Every Saturday morning, Ted would stretch, fart and yawn. And stare at the ceiling. And stare. Until, at an undefined, unmeasurable moment, he would…
Dødningeknip, Part 1
Night 1: Wednesday Kai stops. Kai stares long and hard from his porch. There is a man, a white man, standing under a streetlight staring at his…
Pill Press
Cooper Whitmore, aging clubber and hardcore raver of just over a decade, lay on his bed shivering, jaw aching and teeth chattering with the worst…
Panic
bad day 106 out of the 200 since january 1st. i know because like an idiot, i track it. three short breaths and i cannot catch any air. am i even…
A Leak
The patter that followed my every step as I rapidly paced through rain-painted cement held a consistent rhythm that enlaced my entire focus. Like…
