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 →

The Hardboiled Detective

At least he had on boxers by now, for the love o' pete, paired with an open bathrobe. A half hour ago, the elderly man had donned his birthday suit, shuffling back and forth in front of his first-floor apartment window. The call had come into the station from a pearl-clutching neighbor across the street.... Continue Reading →

The Jaded Copy Editor

"Well, slap mah ass and call me Clementine," the jaded copy editor said aloud to no one. The Chicago office was dark and she was no doubt the last in the building for the night, so she let her slaphappiness free. The jaded copy editor had just finished an editing marathon on an upcoming, southern... Continue Reading →

Psst, I Got a Boat Over Here

How friggin lame is it that I brought two prescription pill bottles and a gun? she asked herself. Talk about overkill. She smirked; pun time was any time. A perfect, dump-a-body pond was the predetermined spot, about an hour drive by backroads. Seated on its bank, ignoring the rotten egg smell, she dangled her legs... Continue Reading →

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