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Fresh Fruit for Rotting Corpses

Someone once asked me where I wanted to be doing when the end of the world came. I said: I want to be cooking. ***** It was easy to tell that she was fresh, her skin still supple, her lips not yet gray. She looked alive, the open wound in her neck with bits of […]

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Seek Ye Whore

Students have been taking up this increasingly hard-to-find story, so I’m placing this here until my second collection comes out.

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Seaside Story

A Visit to the Seaside The boy stumbled over the body of a mermaid, long dead. The sea had tangled seaweed onto her hair and body.The crabs had picked at her skin and the gulls, her eyeballs. She stank like meat and fish left too long in the sun. She was the loveliest thing he […]

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Writing helped me process my father’s death

I couldn’t sleep last night so I ended up writing a whole story from scratch. It’s been a while since I wrote anything, and I don’t think I’ve ever accomplished a piece in one sitting before. It’s set last year and basically, the premise is that I get a phone call from my dead father. […]

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