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Clyde Kilroy showed up for the Lancaster Seat and Feet show with an empty chuckle. That Collins had sent him made it clear, he thought, watching the drops of rain blur his windshield. This was payback. For what he couldn't say. Could have been a million things. Clyde knew he wasn’t easy to work around,... Continue Reading →
“How bad could it be, Glenda?” Rupert sighed, turning away from the PriceBusters website. It was always something with that woman. “I don’t know, Tom,” she said, in that way of hers that meant that she did know and was on the verge of telling him, in painstaking detail, just how well she knew. “For... Continue Reading →
Of course we’re late. Because someone thought t would be a good idea to have a scav hunt at eight am on a Saturday morning. Now we’ve got less than twenty minutes to get moving when I bust into Tia’s room. I leap onto her bed, knocking over an uncapped bottle of water onto her comforter,... Continue Reading →
I hung up the phone and held my head in my hands. The dark walls of my apartment felt like a tomb as my mom’s voice rattled around in my head. “Your father’s frozen.” Sounds dramatic, but I had a hunch about what had happened. I’d dumped the brunette for a blonde, only the brunette turned... Continue Reading →
Officer Artez watched the situation unfold across the street from his window seat at the freshly minted Bojangles on Route 12. A spotless ’97 or ‘98 Buick Century pulled into the gravel turnaround. After a few moments a tall, elderly man emerged, hobbled to the passenger side, and assisted an equally aged lady out of the car. The... Continue Reading →
I was still stoned when I arrived for a job interview at 16 Flint Street, unable to do much of anything with the perma-grin pasted on my face when Mr. Elliot Goozer greeted me at the door. He was old, probably waist deep in his seventies, gangly with wild, marauding eyes like a character I'd seen in... Continue Reading →
The Ramones were on the stereo the day it happened. Emma and I were dancing. All of us were dancing. I was seven but the moment is set into my memory like a scar. My parents were drunks—maybe they still are—but they were never angry or fighting like the ones on television, just happy drunks. Anyway, Emma and I were... Continue Reading →
I signed up for BECOMING GOD because I needed some filler for second semester. It came down to BC or GALACTIC EQUATIONS, so, it was kind of a given. Our Professor was an ancient Clyborb with graying scales and a crusty tail that swept along the floor when he lectured.. But Professor Rip turned out to be pretty chill, even... Continue Reading →
Maddy Rose leaped off the steps as Mom and I got back from the mall. It was our last night of freedom as school was starting on Monday. “I’ve been waiting forever! Come on.” I looked back at Mom, who gave me a smirk and a wave as Maddy dragged me off. It was bad enough trying to... Continue Reading →
Francis took his normal seat at his regular table. The black night filled the windows like mirrors of yesterday. “Well, you certainly look dapper tonight, Mr. Harold,” Lynette said with a smile. “Very handsome.” "Hmm? Oh please, call me Francis," he nodded, fiddling with his napkin. His hearing was dull, pounded so long ago from the blast... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 