Fiction & Poetry
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Soccer Blues
One drizzly afternoon, the Rifles, a mid-table Premier league soccer team based in London, were losing by three goals to nil after a limp first-half display against a usually inept team from the Yorkshire Downs.
Rewind
She had hoped no one would notice the quick hot flood down her right leg.
The double-slit experiment
Tara always used to take the piss out of me for being “posh”.
The third and final night
A young man was taken away this evening in a stretcher, by ambulance.
Podcast People
The masturbators prep their organs; the podcast has yet to play.
A Fitting Tribute
Jimmy Ward shadowboxed in his bedroom as the morning light seeped through the blinds creating a dense silhouette.
Gold Digger
The morning meant hangover and strong coffee, juices delivered automatically from the smoothie bar Elena preferred.
Some of us are just made wrong / Terri’s Side of Town
I’m grinding the teeth of my heart tonight
behind a Walmart
the streak
Nobody fucks in the old chapel anymore.
Despondency
Despondency is the perfect trap for the human soul.