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evryali
The Gorgon was shy. But I liked shy. I knock-knock-knock-knocked on her door and waited — something like ten minutes — listening to her drag, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh. Click! Clock-clock! Clonk. The locks turned and the door cried open. I smelled garlic
evryali
The Gorgon was shy. But I liked shy. I knock-knock-knock-knocked on her door and waited — something like ten minutes — listening to her drag, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh. Click! Clock-clock! Clonk. The locks turned and the door cried open. I smelled garlic
the color of milk
She was taking laundry to the Laundromat and I asked, “Why are you taking laundry to the Laundromat?” and she said she wanted to see her socks somersault in the dryer, and I said I’d install a glass door in
the color of milk
She was taking laundry to the Laundromat and I asked, “Why are you taking laundry to the Laundromat?” and she said she wanted to see her socks somersault in the dryer, and I said I’d install a glass door in
it’s the damnedest thing
: I ask the Devil about the lipstick on his teeth and he licks it off, before I can applaud him on the color. “That was a warm-up,” I say. “Shall we begin?” : “Been a journalist long?” : “I
it’s the damnedest thing
: I ask the Devil about the lipstick on his teeth and he licks it off, before I can applaud him on the color. “That was a warm-up,” I say. “Shall we begin?” : “Been a journalist long?” : “I
108
She ran out of wine, so she drank blood. She ran out of blood, so she drank darkness. She ran out of darkness, so she unlocked her heart. She found Desire there and drank it until it was no more.
108
She ran out of wine, so she drank blood. She ran out of blood, so she drank darkness. She ran out of darkness, so she unlocked her heart. She found Desire there and drank it until it was no more.
I kid you not, darlin’
I was given 10 question marks a day — that was all my parents could afford — so when I saw Stella one night at the ice cream shop, she thought I didn’t care because I didn’t ask her anything.
I kid you not, darlin’
I was given 10 question marks a day — that was all my parents could afford — so when I saw Stella one night at the ice cream shop, she thought I didn’t care because I didn’t ask her anything.
a hundred miles wide
: “I’m going to kiss you the way the asteroid kissed the dinosaurs,” she said. : “Won’t that leave a mark?” asked the pretty boy. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
a hundred miles wide
: “I’m going to kiss you the way the asteroid kissed the dinosaurs,” she said. : “Won’t that leave a mark?” asked the pretty boy. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
no ants in the sugar
: “The day she married me, it rained sugar. The day she divorced me, it rained blood. The day I met your grandmother though, it didn’t rain at all,” the man said. : She blinked away a raindrop. The clouds
no ants in the sugar
: “The day she married me, it rained sugar. The day she divorced me, it rained blood. The day I met your grandmother though, it didn’t rain at all,” the man said. : She blinked away a raindrop. The clouds
her slingshot legs
I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs. “Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said. She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”
her slingshot legs
I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs. “Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said. She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”
the laughing lake
Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake. {flash fiction ~
the laughing lake
Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake. {flash fiction ~
my T-shirt is a napkin
“I’ve been on a diet of lean African children, but every once in a while, I have a cheat-meal and feast on an American,” said the candid cannibal. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
my T-shirt is a napkin
“I’ve been on a diet of lean African children, but every once in a while, I have a cheat-meal and feast on an American,” said the candid cannibal. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
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