Short Stories

After many years of sweet solitude, the prophet crawled out from his mountain cave and headed to the market, eager to share the wisdom spilling over his soul. His fingers twitched and the edge of his lips curled at the chance that the market was riddled with empty cups. Once there, he climbed on the… Read More »The Curse

An Amish woman gave me my first blowjob. No joy. No mirth. Just churning. Churning away. I came in her mouth. She swished it around, made a face like a cat hacking up a hairball then spat out a chunk of butter. She pointed to the door, eyes wet with resentment. I was no longer… Read More »Churn of the Screw