Dave Discovers His Dog Has Written a Bucket List
Dave unfolded the saliva-soaked paper he had removed from his dog’s mouth, careful not touch its moistened edges. It was certainly not a newspaper, which Lucky never did get the […]
Category Archives: Depressing
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Woody Finally Speaks to a Dying Andy
Woody took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He’d been imagining this moment for the past eighty years, dreading the day he hoped would never come. Of course he knew […]
The Man Outside Her Perfect Window
Caroline. I learned her name through the phonebook, my shaking fingers carefully caressing its pages as I searched for the address I’d seen her at so many times. 43 Mako […]
The Flawless, Perfect Burden of the Luckiest Man Alive
Chuck slid off the side of his bed so that his feet rested against the floor, then lowered his head into his upturned palms. It was another Saturday, another meaningless […]
Under the Influence
He held the phone in his hand, weightless yet inconceivably heavy at the same time. He could feel it tremble against his skull, quivering as he crushed the receiver against […]
A Shelter from Sanctuary
“You’re going to sit over here with Julie and watch.” “Yes, sir,” Fred said, slowly lowering himself onto the maroon-stained seat beside him, a hooded man grabbing at his wrists. […]
The Falafel Life Chooses Chris
Chris shoved his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. He frantically flipped it open and began scrolling through his contacts, his other hand gripped firmly around […]
The Ramsgard-Shank Redemption
Writing Prompt: A prisoner of war somehow escapes a maximum security camp.// Ramsgard. The moment he saw the name three years ago, Larry knew his life had ended. There was no […]
Chuck Gets a Promotion at his Desk Job in Hell
Writing Prompt: You’ve spent an eternity in Hell, and now you’re getting a promotion. Chuck stared at the hands of his watch. He’d been wearing an analog watch for millennia at this […]
A Bath with Bourbon
A smile escapes from her lips, slithering across her face like a red bourbon river. Her hands quiver with the excruciating pleasure of “I shouldn’t do this,” leaving behind his pleading whispers of “please don’t […]
Stage One, IV.
They say the dead can’t walk, but I’m watching you move right now. I’m watching as the bump on your head spreads from your frontal lobe, down your spinal cord, […]
3:25 AM
(Warning: Surrealism ahead.) It’s 3:24 AM and the sun has long since set. I’m tired and I want to go to sleep, but there’s a riot outside. People are throwing […]
Clementine
I had an orange yesterday—or at least I think it was an orange. When I peeled it, it was green, which isn’t orange, but I still think it was an […]
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