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2012
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Numbers Racket
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]
Fuck “Polite”
In my novel Nira/Sussa, there’s a scene in a Midwestern Japanese restaurant with holes in the floor so patrons can sit in what they perceive to be Japanese style without, you know, actually having to do so.… [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 Most Brilliant Art in the Vatican Museum
In the Vatican Museum, religious paintings you’ve seen in books all your life mix with modern religious depictions that have impressed some unknown cardinal. There, awe-inspiring classical statuary serves to remind you how much fuller… [more]
And So
She can see it bruise the horizon, then erupt – like a mother striking a daughter, like the electricity between the surfaces of her palms, or between two women repelled. The storm rears, poised to… [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]
Before the Deep, Dark Sleep: The Black-and-White Art of Doug Smock
If you’ve seen the cover of our book Nira/Sussa, you know that Doug Smock’s brilliant artwork shines in black and white.
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 8
The hardest thing about spending days underwater was keeping the mind busy.
Report Card
A) I cried and he said it was fantastic. I asked him how it was fantastic. I asked him where in his fucked up mind did my situation intersect with the realm of fantastic, and… [more]
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]
How I Killed My Father
One picture. This is all I have to prove my dad and I ever spent time together. He looked like a young Larry Hagman, and was wearing a fishing hat like Col. Blake. I’m about… [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]
Echo’s Bones
for Samuel Beckett 1 Come in, come in, the fog impatiently gestured. You rattled like echo’s bones when you walked. It was fashionable to die young and be pessimistic. 2 You were drunk all the… [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]
Watching People Burn for 99 Cents or Free
Watching People Burn, Julian Darius’s original historical screenplay, is now available on Kindle for 99 cents — and free to borrow and read for Amazon Prime members. The deadliest school massacre in U.S. history, its… [more]
The Art of Doug Smock
Many of you know Doug Smock’s jaw-dropping original illustrations for our serialized online fiction The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin and for the cover of our book Nira/Sussa. We thought we’d showcase some of his other artwork.
“The Slave Factory” on Kindle for 99 Cents
“The Slave Factory,” a short book by Julian Darius, is available exclusively on Kindle for the low price of 99 cents — and is free to read for Amazon Prime members.
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]
