A Nasty Piece of Work
I open the door after the third knock. Enough time for a rinse and gargle with mouthwash. I gag, my guts twisting, and hawk into the sink. A splash…
John51874
John51874 let the laser examine his iris. The clerk then gave him his groceries. Though groceries were still the old fashioned pork chops, apple…
The Ghost Writer (Francine’s Dilemma), Part 2
That night, Francine had the dream, but this time there was no writing on the page. The typewriter was still. Disappointed, Francine was about to…
Rescued from Aliens
I know I’m not the first to wish for a do-over or a time machine to change what I’ve done. My fights with wife Betty had become more extreme over…
Train to Springfield
I suppose you would have said the man across from me was something of a dandy if it weren’t for the stains on the knees of his trousers and a burn…
A Problem in Gravity, Part 4
VIII. Dom was the first to hear the thump. Then the car started to shimmy and shake. "Louie, I think we have a flat. We gotta stop." Dom pulled over…
All That Remains
There were only a few stragglers sunbathing at the Santa Monica beach; it was around three and Mila found it odd for a Saturday. Two girls not too…
The Painted Window
Today, I paint the bedroom of my apartment exactly like my old apartment's---I mean exactly like it. I'm not satisfied with replicating the previous…
High Marks
“We don’t need to ask what the poet means, just what he feels. Better yet, Adam, what do you feel when you read these lines?” “What lines?” The guys…
A Chair Called Nixon
This is a story about Richard Nixon. Not the late president Richard Nixon, mind you, but another entity altogether. I use the word “entity” rather…
