The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 4)
The side of the parking garage across from the building was bedecked with equipment. The lion’s share, by mass at any rate, was in the form of large…
The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 3)
She was Mike Kelly, an old friend from college. The phone turned on, activating his headset. “So, I heard you were in town?” He could practically hear her…
The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 2)
Five hours later and five miles east, Ryan Gonçalves stared into his drink at an airport bar in Nashville. The bar was disgustingly new and trendy, with its…
The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 1)
The sky over Nashville was still pitch-black, even at five in the morning, with forty-five minutes to sunup and a clear sky. They made their way to a parking…
please don't leave me.
“Please don’t leave,” she tells him. His lips don’t part, even for a breath. He packs his clothes, clumsily folding his shirts and tossing them in his…
Thank You For Leaving
I lost you. I am not significant to you. You might even say I never had you at all. I am just a pigment of light inside your castle. That is it. I won’t deny…
Another June Day
It was just another June day. It was the late afternoon, after I had come home from school. It was merely days until my high school graduation. I don’t…
The Legend of Binky and Dairy Queen
Diary Queen set a blizzard against her starving serfs, soft swirling them into submission. One alone busted her dictatorial parfait: Binky. Cone or cup, cake…
Half A Spine
“You know?” She bleeds-- Like her words were stab wounds. James cringes, unseen, beneath his exterior posture now posing as someone with half a spine.
You Can't Hide
Laser fire lit up the night sky like the Charles River on the Fourth of July. “Their aim’s getting better,” Sal muttered. “Almost hit us that time.” His…
Seek, Knock, Ask
It was a nightmare. Everywhere he looked the same monotonous décor. Doors upon doors. On the walls, the floors, even the ceiling. It was ludicrous. Insane. How…
Looking for Mr. Rick
Smoke swirled in the dim cafe. German song battled with French in a clash of notes and lyrics that made Holmes’ head spin. Barbarians. It got louder and louder…
The Summons
Fifty yards. Just fifty yards. Half a football field. Without the end zones. The distance between the edge of the woods at which he stood and his sister’s…
They Gave Me a Gun
Early birds sing outside my window. Shafts of pale moonlight fade into the gray pre-dawn of another day. Not that I can see much through the high barred slats…
Diet Pills
It was an easy choice. Take the pills, lose the pounds. Eve sighed. The ‘lose the pounds’ had sold her. That and the guarantee. She looked at her reflection…
2.
The worst part is the silence. it’s glaring it scrapes the hair on my arm up Silence is why they thought I was sick see I guess it was my choice of pen pens I…
1.
She wanted to be a dancer but had thin ankles and was blind in her left eye. her best friend was blind in his right eye but this is not why they were friends…
Metafiction
I grimaced and looked away. I didn’t like this at all; this was annoying. I couldn’t think of anything good, and it frustrated me. I wished he hadn’t come over…