Review: The Social Contract

This book would hold the elevator door open for you, but not if you needed the exercise from the stairs.

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Review: The Dueling Machine

The story of an invention that gives opposite sides of a dispute the chance to settle issues through a shared-dream scenario.

If I Ever Leave This World Alive

Listen to the story's song before reading My death was painless, quick, but the afterlife is a pop-up ad, inescapable. I think I remember looking one way but not the other, maybe the blow of a horn, definitely the thud of my body and CRACK of my skull against street. Even though I could think... Continue Reading →

You Don’t Know How It Feels

Listen to the story's song before reading “You just can’t.” My dad said as I finished wrapping white tape around his gargantuan knuckles, “Not until you take a hit yourself.” I finished, dropped the hand to grab his left, started to wrap at the edge of one of the many bruises that colored his flesh.... Continue Reading →

Slaughterhouse

Listen to the story's song before reading There was a mean old lady that lived in the apartment downstairs. The farthest she would ever go from her home was her porch where she would sit and smoke long cigarettes that looked like her fingers. She acted nice, said hi to me and my sister whenever... Continue Reading →

Skit #2

Listen here Poetry from song lyrics. I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it’s dank Up on melancholy hill How did it end up like this?   I wake up every evenin’ With a big smile on my face Ain’t no rest for the wicked Sugar we’re going down swingin’.  ... Continue Reading →

Swimming in the Flood

Listen to the story's song before reading Clanging came from far away, I was alone for the moment; I stretched my body, pushed out a yawn. “You know it being talked about already doesn’t make it any less significant.” Her words came from the other room, were followed by pounds up the stairs, “Now that... Continue Reading →

Steal My Sunshine

Listen to the story's song before reading I stood to the left of the store’s automatic doors finishing my third cigarette in a row; I’d rather risk cancer than go shopping with my girlfriend. It’s not that she took long, it’s that she didn’t take her wallet. I’d say she was lucky to have me... Continue Reading →

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