When I was sixteen years old and just beginning to go to parties, I could not for the life of me comprehend the moping wallflowers. We’d be hanging out in someone’s parents’ ritzy living room and Prodigy or whatever would start tinning through the boombox, and suddenly a boundary would be formed: the people who [...]
“Habit is the chief motive force.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky Want to join us in a collection of stories on habit, loosely or un-loosely based upon the above quotation? It will be digitally hand-stitched into a PDF (aka WIA, aka Wee Internet Anthology) with other habitual stories and posted here later next week. 500 to 2000 [...]
When it gets green like this in all honesty I hardly know what to do with myself. I’ll wander to the 88 bus stop like a drunkard scattering footprints like rose petals, running my fingers along your chainlink fence. I am envisioning diving into your perennials. I am laying face-down in your lawn. I’d like [...]
We’d taken a Friday ferry in and had spent the evening chasing a glow-in-the-dark frisbee on the beach, the ocean pushing in and pulling away, wet stones rattling like long-buried skeletons. Everything was quiet and fading except for us. I disappeared briefly through the tall grasses to explore a pile of discarded bridges in the [...]
1.) Humor is recommended. Now is your time. No one will ever find you more hilarious than in this moment. You’re bleeding from the head. You’re curled up in the grass on the side of the road. The details of your injuries and what happened exactly is being shared with passing motorists and a gathering [...]