Category Archives: Fiction

Laura found Bonita exotic but Nancy kind of liked Chula Vista. Laura’s house was close to the school and felt almost metropolitan with traffic. Her brothers were younger and didn’t bait them like David did. Her parents rarely fought. But … Continue reading →

Nancy and Laura were nasty little girls, and they developed into nasty teens. Laura figured out how to masturbate when she was four. That’s when her hand explored her groin deliberately, that’s when she recalled the sight in the pediatrician’s … Continue reading →

Kim and Jen were about a hundred yards up the sloped street from the tree. “Wow,” they understated simultaneously. It was their first agreement of the day. They began walking back to investigate the accident. Their progress was slow for … Continue reading →

Cloud cover thickened and the light turned strange. Greenish. Jen’s pale red hair grayed under it. Kim glanced from that hair to her eyes as they resumed walking. She saw Jen look sideways at her. She watched the freckled face … Continue reading →

Kim stopped to let her dog sniff agapanthus. “The question is,” she intoned downward, “who learns more, the teacher or the taught?” “That’s one question, anyway.” “It’s the one that interests me right now.” She could tell Jen wasn’t into … Continue reading →

Funny how some customs start. Octrave began with a rant Olivia delivered to her friend Kris, who laughed so sincerely that Olivia wrote it up for her blog. It tumbled then into local popularity, was test-driven in Berkeley, and soon … Continue reading →

Alan can feel her respiration slow over the next few minutes. She has always been a good sleeper, she’s better at it when she’s depressed, and she’s been under treatment for depression for a couple of years. She is soon … Continue reading →

Alan is 50. There was an adage when he was 20 about not trusting anyone over 30, and that saying is now more than 30 years old. He has just finished watching a documentary on PBS about the 60s. He … Continue reading →

Rick poor Rick is the victim of a beautiful narcissistic mother. Her name was Tammy, she was actually born in Tennessee, and she had six husbands before settling into her current cranky dowagerhood. Her marriages took her and her boy … Continue reading →

Sex would be fun, Rosemary thinks. Rick would be fun. He’s grown a little plump and more suburban, but he still laughs well. He’s surprisingly nervous, she knows. He has an acid stomach and hand rashes. He’ll ever be married … Continue reading →