As soon as I got home I tried doing laundry . But my mom, that overbearing wench came in just as I was trying to, asking 'why was I washing clothes?'.

Why was I washing... because I fucking want to, is what I wanted to tell her. But I had never...

"What else do you get?"

The thick wrist placed the  beer back on the coffee table and then the wideset torso that it was attached to leaned back. On top of was a big blockhead with that bright white smile. Usually such white smiles were exclusive to straight  teeth , belonging...

Four miles west of where Andrew Cook received his 2nd coffee, James Sallis climbed the set of stairs that must've cost at least 2.5 million dollars to design and construct. He thought of the principle of spending that much on just a stairwell. Of course this was no ordinary  stairwell...

I never learned to write honestly on a daily basis. I'd maybe crank something worthwhile two, maybe three days a year, but I was never one of those writers who could do it consistently.

This is something I admired about Haruki Murakami , who I couldn't consider a "great" writer, but...

Thoughts of another drink swarmed the young man who sat at the table near the window at a cafe off Baker Ave. Usually the slim, hoodied figure got more coffees than his brain and nerves needed because he was procrastinating on some pending school deadline.

But this time around there was...

To keep his ten pints of  blood clean, his  kidneys yielded around two liters of urine each day. He had a friend who's kidneys weren't working like once were. She was on the transplant recipient list, but it had been a year now, and there was no clarity on how...

He was a  Wordpress consultant. He didn't know how he became that. When he first learned to  code he picked up some gigs writing Wordpress features for random  clients . This was in his early twenties. It was a good way to make some change while figuring out what the...

Except for one month, I wrote everyday for 12 years. I remember vividly the winter afternoon I stopped such a habit. It was a few days after my 36th birthday. I'd taken the day off from work. And just like on any day off from work I had been lazily...

"Mark... are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"What's wrong? I can tell. Something's off. Come on. I haven't seen you like this since the days... Well you know. Back when Sean was around. And Eduardo was threatening to shut down all our servers... and damn, we were still writing fucking  PHP . God I...

Sam Barley sat lazily, throbbing back and forth against the mesh net of his mid-tier office chair, thinking about one thing: the only thing guys in their mid 20s employed at a 9 to 5 thought of at this time of day. He rubbed his belly. lunch .

He wondered whether...