Category: Other Stories
Fiction. 20 minutes to read. A hilarious satire on homelessness in Los Angeles and John Rawls’ theory of Justice as Fairness.
“The Health Inspectors”
Fiction. 1 minute to read. The last line hits different.
“Our First Thanksgiving On Earth”
Fiction. 6 minutes to read. A sexy science fiction holiday special.
“Coke Bottles Over Golan”
Fiction. 5 minutes to read. “It was humid and stuffy inside the Magach tank that sat on the ridge of Golan Heights, where rocky hills separate Israel from Syria. Abraham sat beside me, cleaning dust off his specs with a piece of cloth; they were thick as Coke bottles. Command said we’d have no air…
“It’s Deadly to be Trans in America”
Essay. 20 minutes to read. Ten black transwomen were killed in the first six months of 2019. Compared to nine fatalities in Afghanistan, it was more deadly to be black and trans in America this Spring than a US soldier fighting in Operation Freedom’s Sentinel. The death toll reflects a 17% overall spike in reported…
“Mask Of Mano”
Fiction. 5 minutes to read. “The mask made me do it,” said the young Liberian. He was tall for his age, slouching his sweat-glazed head to his chest as he stood in the musky odor of the hut. Incense and blood tickled his nose. The boy shuffled forward, his barefeet padding softly against the arid…
Fiction. 1 minute to read. All I can think about is a life with you. Laughter in a room painted blue and white, the clouds and sky that make our strong roof. Maybe a dog that goes “woof.” Baby in your arms, cradled, warm grass under a fig tree. I hope that’s a life God…
Fiction. 1 minute to read. Your Sweatshirt cupped over my nose smells like Bounty mixed with Rose. If I could, I’d drink it up like Dramamine and fly kaleidoscope cars through your perfect little toes. I think paradise is lost in dreams, and that’s cruel, the way they tease. Sometimes I’m chased from sleep so…
“The Last Farmer On Callisto”
Fiction. 5 minutes to read. The days before Callisto’s destruction were pleasantly warm, and i spent them farming under a leafy chandelier, among the fruit-bearing trees, picking, eating, swallowing their seeds before bathing in a bottomless pool: indulgence from sun-up to the twilight moon. By nightfall, the air became cool. I slept in the shelter…
“The New Hands”
Fiction. 15 minutes to read. The hands were a gift from her mother. They came in a box with a man to install them. She followed him upstairs to her second floor bedroom. He used a box cutter. A personal choice, since he could’ve used his bare hands to peel the tape off easily. He…