Fiction, and other made-up stories
<Part I> <Part II> Drew took it upon himself to inform me of his mother’s condition at random times, as though to minimize any possibility of overlong discussion. In the middle of class, he’d reach over, “She’s on an experimental drug and says it makes her smell like garlic”, or “The doctors have cleared her […]
<Part I here> But Drew’s true love had been physics. He’d sit in the library, teaching me everything he knew on the subject under a bronze lamp. It had been more than enough to get me through my classes, but he’d never stopped pushing into that world, the one where the smallest things combined […]
How I came to know that Drew Ramos regularly went to other worlds was nothing more than a bookmark nestled in a Harry Potter book (the sixth one, I think) that came spinning out when I happened to knock the book off an end table. Drew was the type who would re-read Harry Potter […]
It isn’t easy. But it’s not as hard as you think, either. Anyone could have a great novel inside of them, but it’s not going to matter if you don’t write it. Here’s my insight, and do’s and don’ts. Read a ton of other books. Or, you know, don’t, and write something that just comes […]
In honor of our friend X, who has posted many a funny in his time, I’m providing a meagre attempt at replicating his hilariousness (which is badly missed). So without further ado, eleven (not ten) reasons why Donald J Trump will absolutely be re-elected in November 2020 as President of the United States: Even if […]
I am black. Oh rota, the blank person who walks beside me, what are you saying? That you want candy? We walk into a store, and it’s full of black people, how black they are and how perfect, but beside me is a blank person and he (or she) is nothing at all. […]
<Part I> <Part II> <Part III> <Part IV> Hank is in the basement, but he’s not drinking. In the shadows at the corner of the basement, two eyes are watching him, but there’s no other details there. Hanks imagines that it’s the smell of the whiskey that’s impregnated the crates that makes him find […]
<Part I> <Part II> <Part III> <last part tomorrow> Maria wishes she’d known that she could pick a seat. As it is, she’s by a window, just on top of the wing. Flying starts off like driving in a car, in a taxi cab perhaps, with a driver who likes to go too fast. […]
<Part I here> <Part II here> There is a duck that comes to the pond. It likes to sit on the shore to watch the white swan. Minshu is an early-riser, a bird that likes to get the blood moving by circling the middle of the pond, where he saw a boat once […]
<Part I here> I am a door, thinks Maria. An opening and a closing at the same time, and the static moments in-between when you are not moving – when you are either inside or outside, baked in the sun or chilled by the ice storm. But I am […]
