Ross lived alone. He had a two-bedroom apartment, because that’s all he could find when he’d been searching for a place to move quickly. He had thought about getting a roommate, but he hadn’t made any friends yet in the city and the thought of finding a stranger to share a living space with made … Continue reading Breakfast
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Bay Window
She waits for him every day. Starting at 5:00 pm, she stands in the bay window, waiting for Daddy to come home from work. Sometimes he’s home at 5:05. Sometimes he’s home at 5:30, or even later. It doesn’t matter to her. She still waits there, ready to run to the door and greet him … Continue reading Bay Window
Obsession
For as long as he could remember, dating back to earlier elementary school, Chance had a problem with obsession. He had, for a time, called it addiction, but although that term provided a fairly accurate sense of the behaviors that his issues entailed, he didn’t like the drug-use connotations associated with it. It had begun … Continue reading Obsession
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen?
Here's a few of the responses given by posters in the thread with the question above. The weirdest thing I ever saw was in the bathroom at the grocery store. Someone just left a bag of lemons on the back of the toilet. Like, why? What were you doing with lemons in the bathroom, and … Continue reading What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen?
Expression
He’d felt it building up for months: that terrible, inescapable need; the dark pit, deep in his core, that told me he needed to vomit. He ignored it, at first, in the hope that it would go away. Sometimes that worked. Most of the time, if he just concentrated on something else hard enough, the … Continue reading Expression
Balance
When I was very, very young, there were many things in the world that I didn’t realize were real, even though I believed in them. Perhaps this doesn’t make a lot of sense when I phase it that way. What I mean to say is that, even though my parents told me stories about the … Continue reading Balance
Serrano Sidewalk
“Where do you think you’re going, skinny?” “Yeah, pretty boy. Where you going?” Tobias flushed, but he kept walking. Engaging with the girls would only encourage them. If he ignored them, they might leave him alone. “Hey, we’re talking to you,” one of them said. He didn’t want to look back at them. That would … Continue reading Serrano Sidewalk
The Ambassador
In some ways, this follows from The Harpist: the main character is the same, and he's moved a bit further along in the journey begun in that first, exploratory short story. More than anything before it, though, today's entry shows that everything here is intended as the rough initial concept. There are differences in the … Continue reading The Ambassador
Jack is Gay
“Oh my gosh.” Marisa pauses the show as the end credits begin to roll. “No. Way. Can you believe that just happened?” I stare at her. Her body, previously curled into the corner of the couch around a pillow in a relaxed, comfortable fashion, is now tense with energy. Her eyes twinkle at me across … Continue reading Jack is Gay
Eye Contact
He didn’t like to meet people’s eyes. He never had, really, but he had only noticed it as he’d aged. It had been something he’d always done — looking past people while they spoke to him, or focusing his eyes in entirely the opposite direction. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to pay attention to … Continue reading Eye Contact
Daydreams 