We will plant a church and that church will grow like a flower I don’t know the name for. But we are not gardeners. We carry weapons fashioned against The Enemy. We are soldiers of God.… More

We will plant a church and that church will grow like a flower I don’t know the name for. But we are not gardeners. We carry weapons fashioned against The Enemy. We are soldiers of God.… More

He’d promised himself, promised his therapist, he’d stop letting anger be the first thing out of his mouth. But here he was, a grown man, sober for three months, crying over a clogged drain while his son watched him unravel like cheap plumbing.… More
She looked at me with that gorgeous face twisted into its worst shape: pity. I hoped she would get hit by a slow-moving car on her way across the street. Just enough to tip her over, the cabbie honking and screaming out his window, her big round ass hitting a red road reflector as she goes down.… More
Here’s this little dude. He’s kicking me. Ow! That really hurts! He’s pulling my J’s off! I say, “What the fuck, man?” He goes, “Fuck you,” so I go, “No, fuck you” then he kicks me in the nuts.… More
The Deli Boys were men everyone called boys, townies who never left their neighborhood, never left their first jobs, their first girls, pulling the condom off when her head was turned, said real men don’t wear condoms so they rolled them up like whispers in the backseat of their parents’ cars… More
Anything is possible with horror, nothing is off the table and that’s both what garners so much fear, as readers’ expectations are torn away, and also expands its reach. Social issues, personal fears, deep-seated dread about ourselves and our futures. There’s an endless trick or treat bucket to rummage through for new ways to do it.… More
My girlfriend Annesa says she needs to visit her ex-boyfriend’s grave today because she felt his presence in second period during a lesson about tectonic plates crashing against each other.… More
There was vomit on the rug. That’s the first thing Thomas told his boss. Again, this is something he would never understand. When he got older, how he communicated what he saw. First, he talked about the vomit. Then he talked about the woman in her bed.… More
First time I nearly died was a bit pathetic, Mum too caught up with the rest of the kids, I was bored. Only got 24 hours on a ward ‘til Mum picked me up for discharge. Didn’t get any therapy, don’t think she took the calls.… More
You can come back every day and see how it changes, how that fur and fat and meat and all that just goes away, and you’re left with a little pile of bones that don’t look like anything except bones.… More