Fun Can Kill You
Ariel Courage
I fall asleep on the First Date. It happens when we're cresting the chain hill of a roller coaster called Sallie Mae.
I fall asleep on the First Date. It happens when we're cresting the chain hill of a roller coaster called Sallie Mae.
When I was ten years old something happened, an event I never understood
When I was ten years old something happened, an event I never understood
I've finished packing and am leaving. Ten, nine, eight, seven . . . .
I've finished packing and am leaving. Ten, nine, eight, seven . . . .
There’s something so sexy about a hot girl apologizing for my behavior.
There’s something so sexy about a hot girl apologizing for my behavior.
Toothpaste dripped and stained the rubber grip. The bristles were yellowed, fanned out and frayed, like a spiky cleaning tool that should go nowhere near the mouth. Some of the bristles were actually hairs.
Toothpaste dripped and stained the rubber grip. The bristles were yellowed, fanned out and frayed, like a spiky cleaning tool that should go nowhere near the mouth. Some of the bristles were actually hairs.
What the Mother wanted to show us might be different from what we wanted to see.
What the Mother wanted to show us might be different from what we wanted to see.
“My grandma drinks that,” the kid ahead of me at Duane Reade snarks at my six-pack of Ensure bottles.
“My grandma drinks that,” the kid ahead of me at Duane Reade snarks at my six-pack of Ensure bottles.
this one guy keeps trying to talk about the impoverished state of the arts which among other things is making me desperately want to do the drugs I brought
this one guy keeps trying to talk about the impoverished state of the arts which among other things is making me desperately want to do the drugs I brought
A diagram shows a mother with porn-star proportions holding her breast, pinching the nipple, milking herself into the cylinder. Squirt, Shake, Wait, the directions tell me.
A diagram shows a mother with porn-star proportions holding her breast, pinching the nipple, milking herself into the cylinder. Squirt, Shake, Wait, the directions tell me.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub