Primitive
Before Anthony Rienzi was married with two daughters and working for a marketing startup in North Carolina, he used to…
Category: Fiction
Beaujolais Day
The guidebook promised “a revered afternoon,” the city would stop, people would spill out of the cafés and brasseries, and,…
Cheyenne Greene and the Pastor Blaster
The words “fifteen years,” from the judge’s mouth, hit him with a monstrous force. “I haven’t killed no one!” And…
Checkmate
“Mr. Andrew Gavin. Take a seat. It’s time to talk. It’s time we talk about you.” “What the hell is…
NeedlePoint
The glass door whooshed open, and sunlight slipped in. A smell of chemicals mixed in the air with blood, sweat,…
Count Bitchula
The band was practicing here for the first time, three of us in my living room, when grunge was all…
Happy
After years of waiting, Happy Dunbar once again had what he referred to as the feeling. It was a sense…
Cruising Along Fate’s Darkness
Bright yellow flashed along her sides, blinding and twisting deep. Then, velvet darkness resettled, unbothered and waiting. Emptiness stretched out…
Front Page
It was deadline night. The newspaper was being put to bed. Phones rang with last minute comments, and fingers pounded…
Over the Porch
I sat down on the white bench, checking my watch. They were late, and nobody called me to tell me…