Good at Denial

"I'll go! I'll go! But you already wish I were gone."

Said the snotty girlfriend. Said the boy atop the slide. Said the suicide bomber.

Balloons Float Like Child's Eyes

Tess wished the plastic string would fly her to the sun a second before the hot ceiling light popped her Happy Birthday balloon.


Though it will only take you about 7 seconds to read this Friday's hint fiction, I'm in the mood for a soundtrack.

We Shot the Moon, if you're wondering.

The Picky Reader in British 1100

"I’ve a book for you" said Thomas Hardy.

"I'm not optimistic but I am idealistic." Said she. "Never understood imperfection."

"I've a book for you."

Little Round Doorways

The boy who usually juggled full Pepsi bottles sold unmarked CD's Tuesday.

"Music or Videos?" asked Daphne, walking from the recycle center.

"Nobody asks that."

Being at the Feminist Rallies Makes Me Feel like a Man

The bra's underwire popped like exploding candy.
           Paz hugged herself, avoided pumping fists, bearded pits, and tried to feel empowered, not cavemannish.


Before I get hate mail, or worse, accused of being an enemy of my own sex, let me say that the message of my story is not anti-feminist. Just anti-radical feminists.

Why is becoming hardened and wild and rude to the opposite gender becoming more powerful? Why do men-eaters feel they've not turned into the monsters they feel are dominating them?

Bedwetting Science

"You pee yourself?"

exclaimed the bed-wetter, his piteous suicide ruined.


I'm a little early, but I wrote this a few days ago and I'm not waiting until midnight to post it.

A conundrum has poked his furry head out of the closet. A literary magazine I adore is accepting readers. However, I just started Moleperson Magazine and applied for a second job.

I believe that we here in internetland would say:  >.<

Hint Fiction Friday (Saturday)

Soundtrack stuck in my head by Dear and the Headlights.

As a shout out to the wonderful authors who together make up the Hint Fiction Anthology, I am establishing Hint Fiction Fridays! Woot!

This is a writing exercise for me and an invitation to all (3, probably) of you to post your own hint fictions on my comments page.

Hint Fiction refers to a story of 25 words for fewer that hints at a more complex situation but is a self-contained implosion of emotion.

Thank you, Robert Swartwood!

Tonight I have written such a story as I whiled away time in the box office.

80,000 Fan Haircut by Emily J. Lawrence

The director gave permission. The child star’s hair, I swept, dusted and tucked into my pocket. Daddy’s the hero at last. But, no. UNFOLLOW.