a 100-word story ( Read more... )

After several separate brainstorming sessions, I decided upon the existence of a character named Benny Lazlo, a hobo who could tell the future using baked beans and who claims to have killed a man once with a can opener. I also decided that there would exist a young woman who goes by the name of Eddy, because her middle name is Edith and she isn't ( Read more... )

Entry from my year-long New Year's Resolution Project, which I am posting because it was requested of me ( Read more... )

Anziel Was on Probation

Anziel was on probation. Anziel had been on probation since December 15th, for a duration of months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds that Anziel had exactly counted. On December 14th, Anziel had been undercover. On December 15th, he had been busted.

Anziel hated three things about ( Read more... )

Originally, I wrote this story as a gift for my ex-boyfriend at the time, because I didn't know what else to give. In hindsight, I frequently underestimate the value of my writing, and I would like to retrogradedly dedicate this to ALL of you, my dearest, dearest readers. In particular, this now goes out to all my coffee-making homies. Represent. ( Read more... )

A few old snippets of writing that have not yet seen the light of a computer screen.

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    The apocalypse would be held on a Tuesday. Many had speculated on a Thursday armageddon, but no one was ultimately surprised at the choice. Mondays were abysmally terrible without variation--the end of humanity would really be a pick-me-up. Flyers were posted ( Read more... )

            Of all the conversations I’ve had, what follows is quite possibly the strangest. There are no explanations I can offer for it. Whatever I conversed with was not the friend I had initially been talking to. Conversational log as follows, beginning with what we can only assume was my friend.

“Descend into my madness. It’s all ( Read more... )

Match Nose

by S. E. Price

General Dinners, Mr. Fallus, and Christopher Duchins were three men of varying character whom Helen loved and was loved by for varied and different reasons. Though her children would grow up in a time when over-importance was placed on each and every relationship to be absolutely monogamous and perfect, Helen lived in a ( Read more... )

            Stories are made of fire and flesh, and this every storyteller knows, setting his stage around a roaring campfire to a crowd of twenty or more. Swapping tales in a wet little cave to a cramped crowd of four and the fiercely falling rain is either poor form or practice. But the old priest Devan, a master of stories in his time, was the ( Read more... )

Take Up Ye Flasks

by S. E. Price

"It's empty," said a man morosely, peering into his flask.
    "As well it should be, on church steps," said the preacher as he walked by, practically spitting at the figure leaning on one of the great church's stone pillars.  "Ruffian!" he snarled.
    The man shrugged and tilted his head. Yes, that's true, said ( Read more... )