
Inside the coroner’s office, Henry stared at the body lying on the autopsy table—the body he needed to transfer to the funeral home so he could start the undertaking process. But he couldn’t bring himself to move. It was like …
Inside the coroner’s office, Henry stared at the body lying on the autopsy table—the body he needed to transfer to the funeral home so he could start the undertaking process. But he couldn’t bring himself to move. It was like …
Glenn sat on the corner of his bed, staring at the squiggles on his bedroom wall. He’d never noticed the pattern. From where he sat it looked like columns of skulls being consumed by worms.
“How long have we had …
I’m no better than the people on the back of the plane. Not really. I just outworked them and made better decisions. These first class seats don’t come cheap and having the means to sit one’s ass in them doesn’t …
I have to blog.
By that, I don’t mean I have to vomit, though if you said “I have to blog” eight years ago, there’s a good chance people would think “impending barf.” Here in 2006, the verb “blog” …
We met when we were six. The house we moved to, on Havelock Street, was opposite Stink’s house. It was a small street with about fifteen houses. Houses pushed together in a tight terrace, all with the same backyards. We …
‘Granddad, where are we?’
Ralph made a panoramic sweep of the field and bit his bottom lip. The setting was alien to the town dweller.
‘I, er..’
They were in a meadow of warm calf-high grasses that swayed in a …
I am a skinny and awkward boy entrusted to my great auntie for the summer of my fourteenth year. I am out of place among the antiques in her river house, built just after the Great War, its wraparound porch …
At the end of July, Ida Lindeman was certain she had to tell Nack about Spearfish, South Dakota. At the start of August, she had decided, again, that it wasn’t none of his business.
Ida flipped the lights on. The …
Adam
It’s happening again. There is itchiness under my skin and tension in my muscles. It’s like some part of me wants to crawl out and away from her. I force a broad smile, looking her in the eye, because …
Dae-yeon allows himself to be pushed through the crowd in the Louvre, one of the few times he could walk around unnoticed, anonymous. The crowd streams towards the Italian paintings, the Mona Lisa and the like. Dae-yeon, or Daniel, the …