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Melancholia
Dr. Michaels usually remembered to take off his white coat before he went into Allison’s room, and today was not an exception. He put it on one of the nicer hangers and made sure the name tag on his breast pocket was clearly visible when the closet door was opened.
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A Short and False History of Bowling
The wind in the west blows across the Sioux prairieland, bending the wheat stalks at their waists. Nelson Elling lies beneath the swaying stalks, and from where he’s sprawled the wheat fields are dusted in a purpling haze.
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Submarine Story
“He reached out again to the metal, which seemed to bend out towards him too, its soft surface embracing his hand once more. The chain rang out again in the cold, cutting wind, which swirled around him.”
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True Vision
“Their next destination, they believe, will uncover something staggering: a single place where the tides have converged the bulk of humanity’s discarded waste. They are determined to expose the truth.”
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If a Princeton Student Transferred Schools but Kept the Princeton Ego
Speculative fiction with a dash of entitlement.
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Lester in Love
I: For a neurotic weenie you sure seem to be a man of action. L: Yeah, well sometimes.
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The Lurker
“I ran away from home because I thought I wasn’t special and my parents were trying to make me special.”
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Purgatory is in a West Village Walkup
“It was one of those topsy-turvy Wednesday evenings in New York when one feels like they’ve fallen through a manhole and landed in New Amsterdam: when everything feels offputting and unusual in occurrence.”
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Signs of Damage
“He looked nice, shy. She didn’t say hello, or smile, because despite her costume—a lace trimmed slip and her grandmother’s pearl choker—she didn’t care much that day.”
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