Ultra Light
Sam Virzi
Pretty girls appeared from behind huge wooden poles below the boardwalk.
Pretty girls appeared from behind huge wooden poles below the boardwalk.
It’s an uphill battle to transition to a lifestyle of blunt objects.
One night your boyfriend sleepwalks to the kitchen and brings a handful of M&Ms back to bed. You wake to bleary chocolate splotches on the sheets. You’re annoyed because they’re your nicest
Spring was flipper-fitting season for young Olympic hopefuls like Jeannie. Although it was only March, Jeannie already had her gill implants; Dr. Rickman, a leading expert in the field of
Peter first met (well, you know. "Met.") Leona when he was five years old. It would be thirty years before he would spend every austral summer counting penguins on a tiny field station in
Antarctica wants you dead.
The research scientists bundle you up in outside-resistant clothing and put you outside the insulated walls of the research station. Your feet sink into the dry white
She had different stories for different people.
“Lost it in a hunting accident.”
“Shot off in the war.”
“Born without it.”
“Bandsaw.”
“Woodchipper.”
“Gangrene.”
Each
“I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.”
-- Anton Chekhov
“When I dance, the stage shakes with my weight.
Betty crossed her yard and our street and my yard holding a bundle of mail.
The Light Bulb
Man did not get the idea for the light bulb from those cartoons when someone gets an idea.
Robinson Crusoe
Robinson Crusoe’s last words were not
It’s called The Panda Barn, where you can go and it’ll just be rows and rows of beds
I snapped back into it at the bar. I’d been there the whole time, of course, but I hadn’t really acknowledged it, and I took in the room and the situation like crawling out of a ditch. Billy was
The Day Shirley Temple Died
I remembered I was a bad mother. I called up my son, a bellboy in a fancy Las Vegas hotel, I wanted to apologize, patch things up. Redemption is a thing I believe
I sat in my chair and stared at her.
It was obvious to me that you needed to talk, and I was there to listen and record.
Architecturally, it is almost an exact replica of the Indonesian-style villa he had constructed on the Caribbean island of Mustique in the late 80s; the original, with its layered streams and koi
The posse gutted your daddy’s cattle and made your little sister gasp until she made no sounds at all. They lit cigars off the flames of your mother’s head and tied your daddy’s neck to a horse.
You Think You Can Stop Me??
You can’t stop me.
So they don’t let me bring my cooler no more, big deal. I’ll go to my truck. Cold beers in my truck, my personal space. Right there in the
I'm giving up cold turkey for lent.
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The shuffling of their feet wakes you ask they sneak into your stable at night. These are the biker boys, the popular boys in
Two outs to go in the season, eight-nothing Huskies, it’s been a swinging party and nobody invited the Mats. Now Mould’s on the mound to close it out, he’s just been unhittable all year. A lot of
François was working on a baseball campaign, the design and effects for it, two thirty second spots and a sixty, and fifteens cut down from the thirties. The director and his producer, on the couch
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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