I know it is a dream because I have dreamed of this house before but never seen it on the surface, and because it is a dream and because I am in this house again I know that the man is here, the laughing

Everyone dreams, it’s just a question of whether or not you remember. When people say that they can’t dream I always assume it’s because they don’t care enough to try, because it’s easy to train yourself

We had set out that night already too drunk to drive and not knowing what we were looking for, just wanting to follow the river West until we found something to justify the journey. Regardless of what

Your first time Streaming a death is always horrifying, and that word "horrifying" hardly does justice to the feeling. It’s the kind of horror that makes you vomit, or faint, or cry, or pace

Outside the window a tremendous yellow crane was lowering a blank billboard onto the roof of the apartment building across the street, the only building in four blocks thus far unadorned by an advertisement.

Do what again? But he already knew, and as they walked back to The Wack in their own normal, imperfect bodies, Kathy kept chattering and cooing about how great the sex had been, and he knew that, yes,

When Theo opened his eyes, he was standing inside a chamber like a parcel in a post office tube or like a man cryogenically frozen, and the first thing he saw was Kathy outside smiling in at him in her

Everything was going to be just fine. The blowjob was business-like but reassuring, and afterwards the I-Ching reassured Theo even further, providing a good omen for once. He didn’t want Kathy to notice

A New Body Experience         On the morning of his girlfriend's half-birthday, Theodore Greenbaum woke up early to make scrambled eggs and French toast. Kathy was still dead asleep on the queen bed,

I left the house shortly after that. I sent messages to Robbie, Joe, and Darian to inform them of the situation. Joe sent an email to Mr. Braddon letting him know that that Buddy had become dangerous and

Many of you followed me as I wrote chapter after chapter of "Katharsis," and now I'm happy to present you with the fruits of that labor. I felt I was getting a little disjointed and aimless with

I want to thank everyone who has followed me this far through Katharsis, the serial novella I've been posting for the last few weeks. The support has been inspiring, and it has really encouraged me to

When the end seems inevitable it becomes so from the seeming. If I could have stayed in the dream I would have, but as soon as I thought of it ending I began to rise toward the surface, and I knew there

I took the first drag from my cigarette and nearly passed out from the headrush. My brain started to spin and I felt sick. I staggered into the room and collapsed onto Alex’s bed.         “Okay,” I said,

The first time I saw a rat in the house it was so large I thought I was hallucinating. I wasn't high or withdrawing when I saw it but I'd fallen asleep on the living room couch, sitting there on the same

We got back to the house and Alex immediately set about distributing what was left of the bourbon into red plastic Solo cups, while I meanwhile put the top on the bumper pool table with the poker side

The empty room didn’t stay that way for long. In the middle of July a friend of Marv’s came to visit, a nineteen-year-old kid named Alex Young who’d grown up with Marv a few hours away in Anderson, South

Nobody from Buddy’s family ever returned to pick up his stuff. Mr. Braddon sent a couple emails but never heard anything back, so on July 4th we rummaged through and took all the valuables— a gold watch,

I stared at the line of Katharax for another few seconds, knowing full well I couldn't back-out but contemplating the decision all the same. Once I’d snorted this innocuous pile of white dust, I would

“Hey, Buddy,” I called, standing in front of the door. I rapped on it with my knuckles, trying to make the knock audible but non-threatening. “Hey, Buddy, you in there?”         The handle jiggled then