Fiction, and other made-up stories
The Raised Eyebrow Pt. I The office smelled of cigarettes. On the walls were photos of the machines that the factory made, machines that made other machines. There were also framed certificates of congratulations from government officials, praising the business for what it had accomplished. The door opened. A man in a suit sat down […]
To look at Kartar Jain, you would not know that he was born of rape. His face is like a melon, his lips protrusions of wet fruit, and if there is a pit inside him, it is as soft and pliable as his little limbs and the palette of loose skin that is his belly. […]
This isn’t my real name. It’s not the name I was born with. Not the name people know me by. I’m not a criminal or anything. I haven’t even got embarrassing videos on the internet that I don’t want people to see. In my real life, I’m a professional. I have a good career. I […]
It’s not early morning anymore. It was when I woke up. There’s a pot of coffee on. I shouldn’t drink it all. I probably will. It’s snowing, lightly. I’m revising my book, Girl Island. I can make it better. More immediate and fleshed out in the beginning. Stronger through the characters. I revise in the […]
My relationship with Twitter is unremarkable. I participate, look around, hope that there’s some meaningful interaction out there. I’m definitely not a popular Twitter kid. It reminds me of high school. Yeah, I was a high school loser. Not invited to anything. Ignored for the most part. So, Twitter seems familiar to me – even […]
I am your boy, he said to the photograph at the end of the hallway. Wooden boards creaking, Deckard leaned his head on the wall. Put his hand on the glass of the photo frame. Whispered words, the etching of a remembered prayer, the fragment of a stray poem. I am your boy, repeated the […]
Today, I start putting myself out there. 2020 was great, but this is the year. I’m going to query agents about my book, Girl Island. But I’m going to make a contract with myself first, and I’m going to stick to it. The contract goes as follows: I will work harder than anyone to market […]
Preambles and Prologues I don’t know where it all comes from. I don’t. I’m a normal person. I’m sane. But for whatever reason, I write literary fiction that is bent across genres, and love doing it. Creating normalcy in and amidst the strange. The thing I have is this: I am true to this craft. […]
Hafnarfjall Pt. I In the middle of the night, a crackling sound in the trees wakes them up. Katrin shines a flashlight into the forest. Leaves shake and twigs snap, as though an army is out there. Is it a search party from Borgarnes? Is it animals, looking for meat? Or is it an ancient […]
            The odd thing about Katrin is that she can’t masturbate. She’ll push off the wheelchair onto her bed and furiously have at it, sure that if she just increases the pace of her activities that she will eventually explode with ecstasy. But at best, she just feels a turning in her stomach, as though she’s […]
