Posts Tagged ‘ XII.III ’

“Internship,” by Mark Kaufman

Dec 20th, 2015 | By

Blurch the Earthworm spat out a mouthful of putrid soil. Although he badly wanted to scowl, he lacked the musculoskeletal qualities to do so.

“House of Logs,” by Patrick McManus

Dec 20th, 2015 | By

Brittney went upstairs to ask her husband a question. She found him sitting on their bed and watching a football game on television. “Honey, how would you like to go to a movie tonight?”

“You know I don’t go to theaters!” Abraham Lincoln yelled.

“First World Simple Mistakes,” by Jon Hakes

Dec 20th, 2015 | By

Dr. Horton entered the room and took a deep breath. “There’s been a slight mix-up. We accidentally replaced some of your plasma with plasma.”

Brownell frowned. “I’m not following.”

Across the hall, nurses rushed into another room.

“You’re familiar with the plasma in your blood?” Dr. Horton said.

“Not really. I know there is such a thing.”

“Well, this plasma is different.”

“Different like it’s from a different person?”

“Different like it’s a completely different substance with the same name.”

“Tragedy,” by A.J. Huffman

Dec 20th, 2015 | By

Vexing fact of reality, fateless truth:
flea markets do not sell fleas.

“Contemporary Shepherd Seeking GF,” by Nicholas L. Sweeney

Dec 20th, 2015 | By

Come message me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of hash and tag and smiley face,
The punctuation masquerade.