Category Archive: A Story

Not all stories have to be written on Wednesdays.

Things I’ve Misheard You Say, Pt 1

Things I’ve Misheard You Say, Pt 1

We were laying on opposite ends of the couch, reading by different lights. You looked up. “I’ll bury you,” you said. “You’ll what?” I asked delightedly. You …

 

The Worst Of It

The Worst Of It

Is that the chicken is still in my fridge, untouched after Dennis packed it in tin foil for me to drive home, a week and …

 

After We’d Slaughtered The Chickens

After We’d Slaughtered The Chickens

After we’d slaughtered the chickens and pulled out their insides, there was nothing to do but go home. I spray-hosed the clots of blood and …

 

Kansas City Bar, 3am

Kansas City Bar, 3am

“Don’t do this,” he told me. “You’ll regret it. Why chickens? Honestly that’s the worst animal you could have chosen.” “Really? But they’re like, small and …

 

I Love You

I Love You

“When you’re around, I feel like the Grinch at the end of the story” I said. “You feel like . . . the Grinch?” he said. “Oh, …