Will threw back the hood of his Sonic the Hedgehog sweatshirt, so he could see better. He took his fighting stance, his shoes flashed blue lights. Emma’s tiny, pink nails disappeared as she curled them into a fist and rested… Continue Reading
I have had three love relationships in my life, all with women named Alice. I didn’t start out to do that. My first love just happened to be named Alice. I can’t say that there was a lot of chemistry… Continue Reading
Don’t go swimming if your pockets are filled with rocks. That’s the advice my father gave me just before he backed jerkily out of our driveway and putted down our suburban, tree-lined street with the sun glistening off the chipped… Continue Reading
I low key wanted him to book that indie movie with Timothée Chalamet, but my bubble burst when the opening orchestra music of Apocalypse 2035: The Wave After Tomorrow shook the theatre. I should’ve told him there was a reason… Continue Reading
I once had this mate who only loved his gal when she was wearing her glasses. Yeah! Or at least he was only attracted to her when she had them on — and try loving a bird you’re not attracted… Continue Reading
Sitting in his kitchen, the home he had managed to cling onto, staring at an envelope, and wondering how accurately he could guess what the letter said without opening it, Dan settled on something close to “I’m not going to… Continue Reading
I wake to find the wretchlings waiting for me. It’s always the same. Their red-eyed shadowy forms hover all around. They sap my energy until getting out of bed seems a monumental task. Then, once I do, the wretchlings whisper… Continue Reading
They hadn’t even ordered any food yet and Kate was already wishing she had stayed at home. Her date, older than his photograph, was lecturing her on a film that she “ought to see”. Is this what she had bought… Continue Reading
Snorting. Spitting. Shouting. His red cheeks flapping as he stomped to the lobby like a fat toddler. A table of cotton candy heads snapped around. Their eyes rolling in unison. The leaned-back chatter and laughter now a huddle of whispers… Continue Reading
“I read minds,” I told the man across from me at the speed-dating table. He cocked his head skeptically. “I do. Literally. Think of a number.” He did and I read him. “Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine,” I said immediately. That was pi, an… Continue Reading