We drive iron nails through my sister's feet and into the dusty floorboards below to keep her from flying away.
Read MoreTheir Wings as Powdery as Bones
He craned his neck, trying to see above their spiked shoulder pads and fitted caps. At the door, security gods brandished assault rifles.
Read MoreThe Boy with the Golden Arm
I’ll always wonder: did the Timeless come here for the Bog? Or did the Bog come here for them?
Read MoreYour Return to the Five Ruins of the Bog
That’s the question Damon (Earth-X) and Marissa (Earth-Y) were tasked with answering, but they were busy eye-fucking each other.
Read MoreWhat Happens When a Planet Falls From the Sky?
My entry into her apartments teeters entirely on this precarious pair of facts; one, I am small; and two, I am armed with Mother’s message.
Read MoreBirds of a Feather
There is a woman, and she is a man’s wife. Please give her name. Call her whatever you’d like.
Read MoreAnd She Had Been So Reasonable
If I had only learned to drive, or better yet, refused to visit my parents in their apocalyptic bunker, we’d be happily at home, cuddled on the couch in front of the Criterion collection.
Read MoreHalogen Sky
He says “mister” like it’s a pebble stuck in his throat. Well, Mr. Jones has done his homework. I know the drill.
Read MoreThe Price of Moss
I’m not expecting it when my mother eats the bus driver.
Read MoreWhat Good Daughters Do