I Only Had Two Beers, Officer!

“She’s lying, officer!” Margo said. “Ma’am, let’s hear her side of the story,” Officer James said, shaking his finger at Margo. “Now, this time, tell me the truth, Becca. What happened?” “I told you the truth!” “No, she didn’t!” Margo said. “I’m not tellin’ you again,” the officer told Margo. “Margo drove, not me,” Becca

Trapped On A Ski Lift

“They’re not comin’, are they?” Shannon asks. “Just keep—” “You tell me to keep calm one more time,” she says inches from my face, “and I’m gonna bust your face!” “Well, what do you want me to do?” “We just had to go skiing on Christmas eve, didn’t we?” “Woah…I agreed on having fun not—”

There’s Blood…Everywhere

“There’s blood everywhere,” I say, doubling over as Pepsi and warm stomach fluid hit the ground like a blanket slapping the floor. “Wait, slow down,” Margo says, gesturing. “There… there’s blood…in the gas station…everywhere.” “You went to pay?” “—and the clerk is fuckin’ dead as fuck!” “Have you taken’ your meds…?” “Just go look for

The Franklins’ Haunted Mansion (Part One)

“Nice ah, mansion, dad,” Tara says, popping her bubblegum. “Hey,” I say, raising then lowering my arms, “I said it needed some, well, some work.” “Yeah, you said a little work. Little is the keyword, dad.” “So, I was a little off.” “Eeeew, I’m not fuckin’ stayin’ here, dad?” “Would you rather sleep there?” I

Heaven Opened Its Gates

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Hannah Lost Her Virginity (to a loser)

“What are you so worried about?” Hannah asks. “I don’t wanna go to hell for premarital sex and—” “We won’t stick it all the way in. Like halfway type thing,” Hannah says, raising a sly brow. I nod, tapping my chin. “Might work…” “Listen, if you don’t wanna…” “I’m not some loser. I do want

Wine In A Dusty Box (Short Story)

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I Read Your Pregnancy Test

I dragged my tongue across and folded shut an apology letter in a coffee-strained envelope, signing it compliments of the uttermost parts of my destitute heart. I left it on the kitchen table just in case she had, upon sight of it, bubbles form in her throat, have to swallow several times, and double over

My Dream Cabin Rests In Her Eyes

Molecules vibrate, closing in on my skin, expanding their distance between love and pain, yanking at my vocal cords. I form I hate you with my lips, but the words refuse to see the light of day. Despair drips, like a Chinese torture technique, flooding my wherewithal to put together sentences, creeping up the hill of my insecurity to invade

Evil Ice Cream Truck Driver

“What flavor you want, ma’am?” I ask. “I’ll take an ice cream sandwich.” “Those, yeah. We got some,” I say, darting my eyes either way and licking my lips on the sly. “Doin’ this as a full-time job, dude?” the woman asks. Heat races through my face, and my palms turn cold to the touch. Think