Mary was the one who told me about Grievances, Inc. It was lunch break, and we were in the courtyard. Mary ordered the Rad Na from the ‘Noodles to Thai For’ food truck. I had my usual tuna sandwich. I was griping again about David from accounts receivable. Today, instead of leaning his… Continue reading Grievances, INC.
*This flash fiction was published by NANO Fiction Issue 10.1 in 2016 What is it about small towns, I wonder, eyeing the girls in daisy dukes, cautionary tales of meth and boredom. It’s Utah. It’s hot. The tow-truck drops us off at a roadside Motel. A dusty parking lot full of cracked up cars.… Continue reading Independence Day
“It was a cold, dark night,” he begins, and I stop him right away. “Wait, wait. Wait.” I say. “Yes?” “Are you kidding me? A cold, dark night?” It’s been months since Mark and I parted ways. He called me up late one evening and begged a get-together. Underneath his usual droll tone, I noticed… Continue reading The Story
Smithee Says: "Thise who can't write, do." *thos *those Hello, I am the world renowned Author Auteur, Carnanan Smithee ( you may know me from my multitude of amazing ebooks, like: "Luscious Lust and the Bodacious Bust" or "That Scary Time Something Happened!", among others), and I have some news for you:… Continue reading Writing Advice From Carnanan Smithee: The Writer’s Writer
Kissing Brenda was like kissing a wet dog, Jerry told me. When were you kissing a wet dog is what I wanted to know. “It was her tongue,” he informed. “It was all slobbery, and it didn’t do much. Just sat there like a lump while my tongue did all the somersaults and jumping jacks.… Continue reading Does Brenda Planckett Have a Chance in This World?
The Walkie Talkie crackles. Joe’s voice sounds like he’s radioing me from the moon. “Meet me at the Panera.” He doesn’t say my name much, anymore. He doesn’t say “Hi” or “See ya later” anymore, either. Just directives. Go there. Get that. Watch out for the Green Slugs. Blah, blah. I would give my left… Continue reading Divorce