Fiction

The Adventures of Jack Dalhousie: Part One

August 28, 2012

An exasperated sigh escaped Jack’s throat, breaking the early morning silence and sending a spray of condensation from his red muttonchops. With a final glance at the flat, bare scrap of land before him, he hitched up the straps on… Continue Reading

Concerning Abigail

March 30, 2012

Ms. Bradford: About thirty years ago, my family had a slave named Abigail. She was a sweet girl, but stern, and you could never ever break her. She had a long and narrow face and she was taller than the… Continue Reading

The Economist

March 30, 2012

Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, and Part 8 here.   This time there was no sound. The door was open. It is all over. The men came and… Continue Reading

The New York God

March 23, 2012

Mary was walking as quickly as she could down the sidewalk. Her boss had kept her later than usual. Even with the late dismissal, Mary had still been sent home with a pile of papers. She checked her phone: 5:03…. Continue Reading

Seen from the Window-seat of a Saskachewan Train at Night

March 23, 2012

The train crawled down the tracks into the prairie dark.  From his window-seat, Jimmy could see little – the blur of gravel and shrubbery, fleeting and anonymous, shown in a dim light.  But there was nothing out there anyhow. A… Continue Reading

The Economist

March 23, 2012

Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, and Part 7 here.   The door opened with a whoosh. It did not make a “plop” sound as Laurel had thought it would. It… Continue Reading

Raging Waters

March 23, 2012

The windows shook and rattled as the over-powering winds off the Atlantic Ocean blew inwards towards the rickety old cabin she had since long called home. The storm had worsened greatly since the previous morning. It seemed as though, ever… Continue Reading

Paris, 1968

March 23, 2012

Jean-Pierre ran down the hot streets, his boots clacking on cobblestone beneath him. People were shouting all around him, attracting more and more people as the roar of the crowd grew larger and louder. Panicked, he slipped down an alley… Continue Reading

Queerness of the Whole Damn Thing

March 23, 2012

Too easy. It was too easy. A ladder lead us to the roof; a quick kick sent it down and hid it in the bushes. No lights on the south side. Jay used the crowbar to unclasp one of the… Continue Reading

The Economist: A Story About Our Backwards Little World

March 16, 2012

Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, and Part 6 here.   Plop. Plip, plop, plip, plop. Again? There’s a leak in the pipes, you see? Plip, plop every day and every night. And it’s… Continue Reading

The Economist: A Story About Our Backwards Little World

March 09, 2012

Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here.   Plop. Report of the Financial Officer. That must have felt good. The CFO closes his folder and places the expensive black pen down diagonally… Continue Reading

The Economist: A Story About Our Backwards Little World

February 17, 2012

Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, and Part 3 here.   Plop.  Well, they asked for this. I mean, someone’s going to have to do some work here. This sort of thing needs to be regulated. People have to… Continue Reading

Belgian Chocolate

February 17, 2012

Our teeth fall out because we don’t eat right, but that’s only when things go right. When things go bad your teeth hang on by a fraction of a root, making it painful to chew, and the wind blows so… Continue Reading