ULTRAVIOLET by Derek Fisher
I have used meter-long glass tubes to settle debts twice both times swiped from the quote unquote office both times drew blood one time got my money back
JAMIE GREFE on film with Rebecca Gransden
I grew up surrounded by woods, fields, an old mill, a Lutheran church, a cemetery just down the road, a local "party store" in the other direction, and farmland for miles and miles. It was glorious, really. And thank God for that party store.
PARTY AT MUM’S HOUSE by Rupert Taylor
Some girl chugged a flask of vodka, passed out, and puked up what looked like spaghetti bolognese.
A GOLFER’S PRIDE by Calvin Atwood
During our very first conversation, Erik told me that he liked his blow jobs fast, and he once fucked a hooker in a Detroit airport bathroom.
IN THE MOUTH OF MIRÓNESS: Garth Miró interviewed by Tyler Engström
I had a lot of hate. That’s what God gave me to work with, which was a blessing; my capacity to hate things, situations, and people, people most of all, is nothing short of miraculous.
HOW TO TELL A LOVE STORY by Wendy BooydeGraaff
These two are not young, not rom-com blow-dried and fresh. One of them has an eye with a filmy sheath over the iris, and the eye also wanders, preventing the long lovers’ gaze.
SPECIAL COLLECTIONS by C. Beston
My husband lost the finger in a card game, then his hosts kept it and bequeathed it to your institution.
OUR LADY COMFORTER OF THE AFFLICTED by Diana Kole
I watched a moth crawl toward me on the concrete. One of its wings was damaged; I had a strong impulse to crush it with my boot.
THE SHARKS TOOK THE REST by Dana Diehl
Killing a shark is always personal. The shark ate your wife. The shark ate your son.
JUSTIN ISIS on film with Rebecca Gransden
Writers who seem to want to write a commercial screenplay in prose strike me as the least interesting sort. The same goes for all attempts at translating cinematic terminology to prose.