happypill

There are fourteen happy pills left in this orange bottle and a few leftover self-destructive tendencies. When there were twenty-eight happy pills left in …

The Stag

He was alone in the woods and he was hungry and in the scope of his .30-06 was the stag, one hundred yards away. …

Hiroshima Roaches

When Christina commands me to kick down her door, I’ve got reservations. Reservations like: if, the moment my Nikes collide with this quad-paneled wooden …

Faces in Passing Cars

You are hurtling towards death. Time: 2:48 p.m. Mountain Standard on a Friday, March 27. Highway bound, roughly fifty-four minutes outside of Missoula. You …

Treehouse

All summer I worked on my treehouse. And all summer I built you up in my head. All summer all I did was wait …

Woodworth’s Clementines

At first, I killed them with my own two bare hands. Ah! Simpler times. EXTERMINATION, back in those times, just came so NATURALLY to …

Messenger

<insomnicole> hit me when you get in <lycan> i’m home <insomnicole> thank god <insomnicole> beyond freaked out <lycan> i know. me too <lycan> i’m …

Walking With Strangers At Night

You are on the streets, alone. You are empty-pocketed, lost, without a soul to call out for. You are transient, a ghost, without a …

Fresh Briefs: Elevator

Four hundred degrees Fahrenheit. Forty more minutes. Four-inch heels. Exact. There she was: a cookbook, blue-ribbon picture of sweet perfection… No, start over, from …