Dub woke up to find himself laying in bed with an obviously underage girl. He needn’t look any further than his own reckless lifestyle to understand the situation completely; Dub grabbed a roach from off the floor next to the mattress and lit it, laying back down, not bothering to look at the young [...]
February 15, 2008
Categories: Short fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: 2 Comments
(Dedicated to J., and to the Mothercity Philadelphia; please stop killing. START snitching- 260 homicides in 2006, and the murder rate has risen 25% from 2004. The year is not even over, and we’ve killed 20 more than last. STOP THE HATE AND THE VIOLENCE WILL END. -hz)
I awoke more distressed than [...]
August 26, 2006
Categories: Short fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment
For months the notion had been swimming around his pallid, dull brain for months and he nursed it-it nursed him- like a baby on its mother’s teat. The idea like cancer grew and soon it was no longer a wish for viable memory that drove him, but a desire for active emotion. Memory [...]
August 25, 2006
Categories: Short fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment
In the beginning of this story, there is a hole. Above the hole is a man shrouded in rain and dusk, and beyond the rainwater, and the mud, and the sweat from the midsummer’s humid cloak, a tear slides down his face and into the hole. This tear is buried alongside memory in [...]
August 25, 2006
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“Listen, why don’t you just write about some conversation you’ve already had and embellish it a little bit? You’re always having great conversations.”
“Yeah, but that’s kind of a cop-out. It isn’t really mine. At least, not all mine.”
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August 25, 2006
Categories: Short fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment
Unfortunately, her nails-like-razorblades were insufficient, because her nails-like-razorblades were not an unordinary thing, and her nails-like-razorblades ran down his back not for the first time, and her nails-like-razorblades bore into his mind as something trite and romantic in that aspect- in [...]
August 24, 2006
Categories: Short fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment