Fiction

“Do you trust me?”

We have passed through a series of doors and now stand at the threshold of the innermost chamber.

The Death Penalty of Poverty

You’ve never heard a person screaming until you’ve heard a burning person screaming.

Gingerbread, Darling

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

A TRUMP CHRISTMAS CAROL, Part Three

The bell struck Three.

It’s A Good Building Material

Louisa was overwhelmed by the tragedy of the whole thing. Next to her, also squatting in the bramble bush, her supervisor Nadine whispered,

PYRAMIDHEAD[BLACK]1:PINK_RAIN

I still remember the pink rain of Tokyo: hard water slanting like spears through neon-soaked air, the sky bruise red pink blue and purple like a mist of blood was strung over the streets. The black of the road and the rain puddles made, the sleek sheen of the automobiles…

Mr. Sen’s Senility

A Short Story

A month or two after Mr. Sen’s 93rd birthday, he fell down a soft, carpeted, spiral staircase in the living room of his son’s house, and hurt his head into a state of unconsciousness.

Even though it was autumn, it was an unusually warm day in September, reminiscent of the…

Elf On The Shelf Has Nothing On Me

Eleven months of the year, I live in a box. She wraps me carefully in tissue paper —…