Fiction

The One That Got Away

There was a story here but it up and left without saying goodbye. So instead, we are left with this fleeting memory of what it was supposed to be:

A post-modern nihilistic interpretation of the Aristocrats ending with a painfully smug joke about cat fur on a cream colored couch.

Welcome home.

Lorem Ipsum

Lorem Ipsum was only good at filling the space between people. He had no talents, no interests, no particular skills of any measurable worth beyond simply occupying the various voids that occurred throughout life. Sometimes he sat in the seat between two large people on the subway. Other times he would…

The Joys of Marriage

It is a stale and balmy Sunday in Ashford as I am in attendance for the marriage of Charles and Daphne Krump at the Royal Estates Country Club just outside of town. Their garden nuptials are rather beautiful and seem to be moving along just as anticipated before a gigantic bird resembling a…

The Farrago Nation

It is a bitterly cold evening on February 13th as I drive to meet a group of friends at a lake house in Prince Edward Park. The faded headlamps of my non-terrain two-wheel drive sports car struggle to satiate the darkness that binds the forest around us. I glance at the clock on the dashboard…

Semester at Sea

Having been run out of my home town near the sea for an unfortunate misunderstanding involving a banana, I decide to acquire a small sail boat and traverse the waters in search of both adventure and myself. Sadly my sailing skills leave much to be desired and I become the sole inhabitant of a…

A Sunday Vagary

For the past 7 years I have suffered from a recurring nightmare in which I am crucified in my home church. The entire town has filled the pews to watch and whispers of my crimes and treasons run rampant through the crowd. My family is sitting in the second row and my mother sobs uncontrollably as…

Long Lost Friend

It had been four years since I had seen Isaac, my best friend in university. I hadn’t planned on spending all those years apart from each other. Who would have thought we’d meet by accident like this, in a coffee shop in the middle of Prague? What were the chances of this happening? Yet, here we…

An Interview with JX4927

“How would you say it all started?”

“It started with a kiss. Maybe that’s just me romanticizing it all, but if I had to trace it back to a beginning, it would have started with that kiss. It was the spark that carried life for me. For all of us. That first…

Horror in 33 words

The knock on the door arrives at precisely 9:22 A.M. Hat in hand, the gentleman hands her a telegraph that bares a name across the top. She collapses.

“My Condolences for your loss, Ma’am.”