In his dream, they were whole.
Oran wakes to the turns of wind outside, nothing else. Inside the cabin, the air sucking
through some cracks, pushing through others. Each cycle, the structure breaths. In. Out. He sits
up and rolls the chill from his shoulders and, rising, breaks the phlegm in his chest. Continue Reading
“Lucas had so much to work with. Liam Neeson was breaking his back carrying that movie
along, and then they kill him off in the last ten minutes. Darth Maul too! Two of the most
underused characters ever,” Sam said, passing off the bong to his friend Jake. Continue Reading
Room 9, The Bernie Furness Rehabilitation Center
October 8th, 2013, 11:00 AM
Hey, I’m Elise, but you already know that. So what are we doing, starting these meetings at eleven every day?
I’m OK, I guess, I’m on that Serax stuff. They said it was some kind of benzo-benzodia…. Benzodiazepines, that’s it. Thanks, Doc. Oh. OK. Dr. Phillips-but-call-me-Sheryl.Got it. Anyways, I’m supposed to be happy-dandy on this, right? Continue Reading
Harrisburg Hospital, ER. North Front Street, 70 MPH. Ceolta’s Irish Pub, until close. Jennifer, No, Jessica, No, Janine’s (?) bed. Kathleen What’s-Her-Name’s bed. Veronica Dunbar’s bed. Governor’s Mansion, alone. Continue Reading
It is 2:15 in the morning of another unremarkable January day. After braving subzero temperatures to down cheap plastic cups of beer at the bar and mouth jumbled words to popular songs I don’t know, I have decided, for some… Continue Reading
“Hurry up, mothafuckas! We gon’ be late,” Chris yelled unabashedly down the street to Jacob and me. We were walking along Plaza Road, a main street on the quiet suburban side of town, to some ambiguous destination that only Chris… Continue Reading
They told me all four were coming out at once. The top wisdom teeth were usually an easy extraction, but the bottom teeth were the ones that would hurt. It isn’t actually the teeth that hurt, though. They are just… Continue Reading