Category Archives: Short Fiction

Most likely to . . . have already peaked Most likely to . . . have their last name coined as a graphic sexual neologism on the Internet Most likely to . . . solve the crisis in the Middle East in under 140 characters Most likely to . . . destroy their political career [...]

Avery Clip was a disgraced journalist in search of a good story. Sean Bostone was a self-exiled white-collar criminal with a tourism venture in a Middle Eastern war zone. What followed their encounter on a desert tarmac serves as a testimony to the avaricious self-interest of the entrepreneurial spirit and the dangers associated with the quest for redemption.

A single-father tries to explain sex to his sons: “For us guys, a thin tube above the testicle connects the efferent ducts to the vas deferens,” my father said between chews. “A similar system is found in sharks.”

I work in a cramped little cubicle, at the back of a cramped little office, in a cramped little factory, in a cramped little town. Everyone around me does too. We all pretend it doesn’t matter, but we all know deep down it really does.

My father dons his checkered tailcoat and red foam nose. Gloved hand on my back, he hurries me out the door and toward the big burgundy Crown Vic — a car fit for a king, or a carnival at least.