Think of several billion individuals as distinct hairs on one head spontaneously falling into a perfect beehive hairdo and staying that way over time without spraying or combing and you get the big picture Charlie sees when he tries to imagine what Sheriff Joe Bob Stone of Pickens County, … view
Amber Nicole Brooks
The year was 1945. The young Victoria woke before Jeffrey. Daylight created only a thin outline around the edges of the vermilion brocade curtains, which meant she sometimes slept far later than she intended. The second story of the house was dark despite its vastness. The curtains … view
I was sure she was pissed off, but I thought I could, maybe, let it ride and she would forget all about it. Her text to me after I got out of AP English that afternoon proved that she was pissed pretty bad and my chances of letting … view
Some of my dreams recur. This recurrence is not random but linked to events in my life at a given period of time. I will not have a particular dream for years and then this dream will recur. The recurrence is not always exact but individual iterations are always close … view
I broke a large icicle from the railing and stepped off the porch onto Claiborne Street. A speeding carriage heading towards the river drenched my boots with freezing slush.
February was one of the coldest months in New Orleans, but no one had seen ice like this. Not in … view
Edward Austin Hall
“Did you think I’d wait to be murdered? You asked for this. Your death threat stole from my best work. My bay photo! ‘Wish you were here’ hand-lettered above an X on the watery part? Plagiarist! You deserve killing.”
He shoves me—bound—over the bridge rail. Earlier that … view
Ms. Dolores Munch was seated at her table in the restaurant and working on the day’s crossword puzzle. Although it was a rather difficult one it was nothing she couldn’t vanquish by the end of lunch. The eraser on the end of her pencil was poised against her … view
Jim watched Rudy pull himself up the rope with lean strong arms covered in swirling tattoos, the bandolier wrapped around his chest. Once Rudy’s feet were off the ground, he used the toe of one sneaker to snag the handle of the paint can Beth held up to … view
Eileen stood up as Andrew walked toward her: it seemed like the polite thing to do. “Holy shit,” she said, louder than she should have. “You look awesome.” And he did.
He sat right down, without even an attempt at a kiss or even a hug. … view
I have attained to the imposing age of one hundred and three and I have never flown in an airplane, and I suppose that can be blamed on Rodney Dorrance. If I ever went up in an airplane, all I would be able to think about would be … view