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1. Fourteen steep steps lead up to the second floor, where my apartment is. Every time I mount or descend these stairs I count them, sometimes aloud but usually to myself. I don’t mean to,… [more]
Killing Mom
My wife warned me that she would kill my mother. Honestly I didn’t care as long as she didn’t get caught. Besides, I knew Dana wouldn’t have the guts to do it. Was I really… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 10
In the holofeed wall above the phony flickering fireplace, the fifteen-year-old Mira Mira sat in the defendant’s chair, listening to testimony against her. Yelena thought her neon blue skin undercut the way her lawyers had… [more]
A Disquisition on the Erogenous Impulse in Prose Narratives
I once drew an enormous cock on the wall of the Shettleston Community Support & Benefits Centre. I took great care rendering each hair poking from below the scrotum to the thick copse of pubic… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 9
A dozen colored spotlights, gaudy and grandiose, caressed Yelena Moulin. Glitter rained down upon her, caught like sparkling dust as it descended through the colored layers of light. The rest of the room was lit… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 8
The hardest thing about spending days underwater was keeping the mind busy.
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 7
“My therapist says it all goes back to her. She was very doting, in a lot of ways. I was her wonderful, genius son. But she could turn on you in an instant. Criticize viciously.… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 6
In the early hours of the morning, before the sun had risen against the snow and the mountains outside the living room’s glass wall, Yelena knocked on Mr. Pollard’s door. Veronique answered, clad as always… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 5
Yelena felt the latex surface of the couch beneath her. This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t have any weight. She knew full well she had no skin or nerves to feel through. She reached out… [more]
Life, Limb, and the Devil’s Dissent
I. Because it was the thirty-third anniversary of the overthrow of their old government, and because it, too, happened to be a red autumnal moon, and because the calf came out hindquarters first, complicating the… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 4
Yelena stood staring at the door to her den, thinking this isn’t right. She told herself that she must’ve opened the door all the way, then stepped back into the room to retrieve something, only… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 3
Closing the door, Yelena felt absurd, hiding from her mom in her own home. The room looked like an old-fashioned study, the kind in historical holofeeds, with a wooden desk and books printed on dead… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 2
Wilbur lay on his side, his wrinkly face pressed into a padded black helmet. The helmet’s soft leather interior concealed a large array of electrodes. His long tongue hung from his mouth and appeared stuck… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 1
A merry little vibration against her clitoris awakened Yelena Moulin. Jack, her psychiatrist, had recommended the device, which looked like a suction cup dangling on a string from a short straw and recharged itself on… [more]
