Let's Rock
“Let’s Rock!” yelled, thirteen year old Travis, as he cranked his dad’s cherished Alpine Home Stereo System. Travis “air guitared” fervently to a god awful…
The End Game
First it was a scientist with a thick Germanic accent tittering about impact forces. Next it was various world leaders proclaiming the need for unprecedented…
Some Pretty Things
Jenna lined up her beauties on the window sill, these fractions of heaven distilled for her pleasure. Her humming was infectious, helped along by the bouncing…
Bird's Eye View
The lights in the slaughter house had been flickering off and on for a few weeks. This was on purpose., they’d been rewired to malfunction. Byrd prepared for…
Legacy
There were a thousand words and they added up to nothing. They sat like the sermon in Eleanor Rigby, waiting for another living soul to care. “This is the…
What Is?
Scissors, cut and paste these fissures shut Paper flower the rivers lily Will he wonder what? What is really?
Blot
My name is Nicolas. The month is October, 201- The piece of paper floated out from the encyclopedia. She bent gracefully down to pick it up, its jagged edges…
Paper
We stand outside in the pouring rain, I can feel the frigid water pouring down my shaved head and I have to supress the urge to shiver. I watch the floating…
Paper
I have too many paper chain friends. I can set a match to one and watch the flame lick up each in succession before I can even blink. I can’t miss paper…
Loose Leaf Sheets
One side’s wide And dull The other side slides Invisible Both are pale And plainly painful Plentiful; Palpable Paper cutting blades; Bleach-blank (title) tidal…
Raw 3-d!
A man sits in an all white room with no visible exit. As the camera zooms into his eyes, you can see the reflection of what he is staring at; a teddy bear…
A Gift Freely Given
I had to do it all properly, of course. With the decision made, I visited those places again, with a new eye toward what I wanted. Certain scarves, certain…
Rain Check
The tiny scrap of paper had been passed down from generation to generation. My mother seemed to recall her mother telling her that it was over 300 years old…
My Spoken Word
I feel the rhythms of the bass flowing through me as this pen connects to the paper The Vocals of Brandy’s Human Album connects me with the melodies and…
Eleven O'Clock
“Come in, come in,” Alan said impatiently to the quiet, measured knock-knock-knock at the door. He waved his hand in the air, gesturing, as the door opened…
Juan de Silva in 25 Years
In twenty-five years, I will have outlived both of my uncles. I will have lost my accent by then. I will have gotten out of this town and will do something…
Puppets Can Be Detectives Too
“Excuse me?” The cashier jerked awake and looked about for the source of the voice. “Down here.” He peered over the cash register to see a small puppet…
Paper Weight
It’s strange. For a moment it felt like I was standing outside my body. Like I was me, and her, and some sort of neutral observer at the same time. Maybe it…
Papers: What the Camera Saw
A woman enters what seems to be her office and sees papers everywhere. Before even thinking of getting angry, she hears her co-worker’s screams under them.
Papers: The New Girl
I hear the sound of the door opening, and I feel like the sky’s opening, although I wouldn’t see it anyways. But my desperate pleas for help are drowned. Who…