“Happy birthday–belated birthday. I’ve only known you a day, but anyway,” Saleem says to Stephen with the warmth and genuineness… Read more Do the Bus Stop
Tag: short story
The Prostitute in Need of Credit Counseling
One, of course, would be surprised to discover that there is such a thing as a poverty-stricken prostitute. Perhaps because… Read more The Prostitute in Need of Credit Counseling
The Taste Tester With No Taste
“Sensory Judge.” That was the official title. And it made the job sound a lot more glamorous than it really… Read more The Taste Tester With No Taste
On the Cuspid
“Help me, help me! Please!” I scream, shriek really, to my father, who stands there–helpless himself–crying over the fact that… Read more On the Cuspid
A Caterpillar’s Broken Dream
Little fanfare is given to the caterpillar, a glorified worm, for all intents and purposes. At worst, merely a symbol… Read more A Caterpillar’s Broken Dream
Hey Girl, I Just Want You To Know That I Appreciate How You’re Turning Your Psychotic Break Into Art.
Not everyone is going to understand what the fuck you’re doing. What could possibly be driving you to explore your… Read more Hey Girl, I Just Want You To Know That I Appreciate How You’re Turning Your Psychotic Break Into Art.
Death by Dance Craze
I didn’t set out to cause no trouble, na. All I wanted was to express myself through the only medium… Read more Death by Dance Craze
Wig Shop Heist
Bain went by Bain, she said, because she felt like, from the moment she hit adolescence, she was the bane… Read more Wig Shop Heist
I’m Aching to See My Heroine
It is not “done” anymore. Heroin, that is. It no longer holds the glitz and the glamor of a more… Read more I’m Aching to See My Heroine
I Am Excellent
“I am excellent,” he insisted to himself and no one in particular as he gazed in the mirror each morning.… Read more I Am Excellent
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