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Max Hetero by David Huebert
Max says there are two times when he enjoys sex the most: when the moon is full and when the girl is on her period. Max says love is an anaesthetic, a syringe, pushed into the vein until you forget what it means to be a man. Max says he never got along with needles. It’s bad to share them anyway. Max says it’s not his fault he gave herpes to half
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Making Bukowski by Alun Williams
“You didn’t do it, did you? Not with him!” Rita closes the dorm door, and looks over at her roommate. She throws her purse on the floor and crashes down on the bed. Her roommate sighs. “Oh my God, you did do it! You’ve got that look. Jesus, I mean…how could you? He’s so…”
The Great Wall by Christian Altamirano
Question 1. Mexican drugs = American addicts
+ The Wall of America
= Americans trying to stop roadrunners from crossing a 20-foot cage, a cage that traps both sides, a cage made of graffiti and steel, a cage that is as corroded as the people who made it and the people who cross it.
One side of the wall:
The Green Flash by Tanis Mallow
She lay spooned up against him, taut and lean, stretching almost as long as his six feet. The late afternoon light seeped through the slats in the blinds, now deep yellow and mellow, like the way he felt. Post-coital relaxed, endorphin bliss, something along those lines. He nuzzled her hair, pale blond,
Genesis 19 by delapruch
And there were two guys who could find no other town that would allow them to stay there, as they said that they were angels—winged beasts tramping bare-chested, whose reason for being had never really been established. One day they wandered into Sodom, around 5 PM or so, when everyone was already
Mullins by Robert Sachs
Mullins motioned me over. In public, I was always expected to come to him; self-conscious about his limp, no doubt, but also it was important for him to be seen as exercising control over others. “Sir?” “Fire,” he said, pointing out the window. His eyes were as wide as the ocean we had been crossing
Just Like Egg Whites by Nicole Wolverton
“When are you going to give me a grandchild?” Aaron’s mother’s voice is demanding, too loud. It pricks at Ann’s eardrums, making her want to dig them out with a sharpened spork. And is she really asking her this? Too hot heat creeps up her neck and across her cheeks. Margie apparently wants
Portrait of a Wife by Kelly Konesheck
Daniel stays with me on Wednesday nights. I kind of dread these evenings because it means he will huff and puff on top of me for a little while and then pass out and snore for the rest of the night and I’ll never get any sleep. "Top
Minuit, Like Clockwork by Haley A. Steinberg
They dressed up for the dinner party, each one following a routine to their own rhythm of rock and roll, that bluesy French undertone skimming along the hums of their voices as night blanketed the city in midnight hues. The apartment was dark, except for a string of white Christmas lights half-heartedly
The Elevator by Ke Huang
“Water well, cloth… knife!” I said louder than Filipe. That’s how I translate our game, but most English-speakers know it as Rock/Paper/Scissors. It was one of the only Chinese expressions I kept after living in Portugal for half of my life. The fountain in the park facing the
