Cactus Practice

“You shriveled-sack fucks have it comin’ to you at tomorrow’s practice,” Coach Lance Prebil said to his players in the locker room, his lips curled away from all his teeth. It was the perfect place to throw a fit; no damage was sustained on the indestructible cement and steel wall when he threw a stool... Continue Reading →

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Heron Throat

She waited until she got someone alone. That’s when she used her talent, if one was cockeyed enough to call it a talent. More like an ability, a neutral word. (You might say it was open to interpretation whether what she did was more helpful or more harmful.) One person at a time was easier... Continue Reading →

Musophobia

“Is it working?” The squealy reverb of Frank Wahlbinker’s own voice came from the nearby television and radio sets. It startled him. The channels were both tuned in to the premiere international news stations. He switched them off then continued speaking into the live microphone. “You’re all probably wondering who cut in to your programs... Continue Reading →

Swimming with Goliaths

She swam. She swam even though they had come into the world, the abominable goliaths--having burst through the rips, the tears, and the thin spots in the floors of the seas and the fabric of the skies--and into the crowded cities. Still, she swam--and not to flee from them, mind you--her, funny enough, the only... Continue Reading →

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