Short Stories

‘Til Death Do Us Part.

I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I sat in the car all Sunday afternoon weeping until my eyes became raw and swollen, which I do every Sunday from 3:30pm to 4:30pm while my husband watches football, before heading back inside to continue being a wife. When I first started this ritual, the neighbors… Continue reading ‘Til Death Do Us Part.

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Short Stories

Dollar Bills.

Heavenly wore a green thong on the stage each night. She loved the way it matched her eyes, gave her chocolate skin a glow, and signaled a green light for the men in the audience. But more importantly, she loved the way it matched her favorite thing–money, honey. And she made a lot of it.… Continue reading Dollar Bills.

Short Stories

Nine Lives.

Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.

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The Maternal Embodiment of the Patriarch.

When a mysterious foreigner named Count Dracula sails to England from Transylvania,   Victorian life is flipped, and traditions become flipped along with their lives. Women are not acting like women, and men are not acting like men. The blame is traced back to the impact of Dracula. Dracula quickly becomes a threat to Victorian… Continue reading The Maternal Embodiment of the Patriarch.