How easy it was to disappear: A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago.
It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened.
They had flown from England to Minneapolis to look at a toilet.
While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years.
Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah ha...
Mouths open to the sun, they sleep.
Did you wish upon a star and take the time to try to make your wish come true?Did you try to paint the sunrise and find the gift of life within?Did you write a song just for the joy of it?Or write a p...
This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't k...
Son, Last Sunday the host of a popular news show ask me what it meant to loose my body.
At dusk they pour from the sky.
At dusk the pour from the sky.
This story began, as all writing must, in failure.
So, have you split up now?
As he dropped the last grisly fragment of the dismembered and mutilated body into the small vat of nitric acid that was to devour every trace of the horrid evidence which might easily send him to the...
Seated opposite me in the railway carriage, the elderly lady in the fox-fur shawl was recalling some of the murders that she had committed over the years.
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