Imagine if your hair could kill you; that the colour you choose could infect you with a rage that made you go crazy. The Blondes offered this wacky plot and presented a new pandemic that seemed fresh in the midst of many zombie apocalypse story lines. Living in the middle of this spreading diseas...
Two kindergarten girls on a Big Wheel barrelled toward Chris. They both had sloppy pigtails, one brunette, the other blonde. The brunette hunched on the back, fingers gripping white to the plastic seat as the blonde propelled them forward. The blonde screeched backward on the pedals just before s...
He smoothed it onto his envelope. Over the past two weeks, as he had come to terms with the discovery of his own demise, Gordon had penned and stamped three submissions to literary magazines — two stories and a selection of five poems — all about his relationship with Chloe Gold. He felt a strang...
It was about 9 a.m., which I thought was a reasonable time to go knocking. But their car was gone. There were fresh tire grooves in the snow, backing out of the drive. And there was blood in the snowbank along the road—maybe some animal. Maybe that dog Grace and I saw a few weeks back, the one sh...