Crimes We Commit in the Future
Privately, we worried. There’s no way to be sure what we would do, how far we could be pushed. It made us question ourselves, examine what desperation could make us do.
Flash Fiction
Forest for the Trees
I did ask her about the antlers, once, after getting high before bed.
You’re Not Alone If You Have Demons
Her ex-boyfriend had claimed to be a vampire, and that was about thirty percent believable. He bit a lot, but he also loved the beach, and what kind of vampire likes the fucking beach?
Philipe, pronounced the French way
I need quiet time, Mum said. And ‘it’ has a name, she added.
Three Root Canals
For my third root canal, I came unprepared. No Advil, no beseeching any Gods who seemed unwilling to come to the phone right now. I came in alone, raw, pure of heart, strong of tooth and weak of nerve.
Extra Metamorphosis
Asher told his first boyfriend he'd discovered a writer named Franz Kafka who'd written a book where a guy wakes up to discover he has been transformed into a large and mostly immobile bug.
GIRLS
YOU’RE NOT A GIRL!