Original short stories

An Aborted Fairytale

Looking at the farm from afar, seeing all the spotted cows and the large red barn, any man of normal intelligence would think a dairy farm of those dimensions would require at least twenty hired hands. But they would be wrong.

I Was a Repatriation Case Worker

The buildings were asleep. They weren’t thinking
like they do in the winter, looking down at you and almost smiling.
In the winter they want you to come in and get warm. In the summer
they hibernate. That’s what I hope at least. I hope that something
hasn’t died since last winter.

Just Like Normal Girls

I’d been watching a lot of porn starring
fat girls, which at first I thought was pretty sicko, but then I
started to think it was kind of intriguing, and really almost sexy.


On the train, riding to meet him, she looks at strangers and sees potential lovers: the boy with a faint trace of a hair-lip, staring out the window; the Indian man in the long red scarf who keeps glancing her way...

The Shrine to Lost Children

Dad smiles, pats her hand, and moves his knees to one side. As Momo squeezes by him, clutching her kimono closed at the throat, he looks up at her with an expression of charitable tenderness.

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