Fiction

No Cap

“C’mon, Cap’, that’s ridiculous,” I said with a grunt as he turned the car’s radio back up to avoid further rebuttal.

Avenue C

I can’t even go for a coffee on Sunday morning without falling in love.

Rat Race

The ash from John’s limp cigarette fell to the ground, lost in a sea of stains and scars upon the concrete steps on which he sat. His last…

Neglect

Perched upon the windowsill, plain in sight to see, I sat and looked out the window and past the balcony.

Dad Joke

“So, a cow, chicken, and a pig walk into a bar, right. They sit at the bar next to each other in a row. The bartender comes up and serves…

Naked

So stood Times Square: empty but for the few locals in transit as attention-starved ads sheened and shimmered like the brilliant stars above a…

Speak No Evil

For nearly ten years, through high school and into university, I blogged nightly. Most of the writing was trite and self-aggrandizing, but every once in a while I would recount a story of some noteworthy merit.

Ritual

It was about 6:45 when she pulled open the old glass door of her usual coffee shop, bells breaking the morning quiet with a jingle that announced her arrival. She quickly met eyes with her usual server, and he smiled at her warmly as he, without prompt, began to prepare her usual coffee.

Broadway

Chapter 1.

He wrote his ode to “Manhattan”—a love letter to a glam version of the destination that was now tattered in pathetic fallacy, rain meeting tear as they together fell from faces freshly feeling the remorse of a newfound President-elect.

Commonlaw

It was about 7:30 pm on Sunday night when the credits of the season’s last episode appeared on the screen before them, snaps of white light strobing across the otherwise-dark room as each name scrolled past.