Andrew Cook never wanted to save himself for  marriage . He wasn't that idealistic. Plus, most  educated people these days didn't get married until their late twenties or even early thirties. He couldn't wait that long. But he did like the idea of saving himself. For something. He didn't know...

"Another Wild Turkey."

"Another  Wild Turkey then."

A double shot arrived. He had actually been planning on order a single this time. But what could he do. Order a double your first time around and your  bartender was bound to assume that double was your standard. Plus, he didn't mind drinking extra...

Sandy Bridgers picked at the white glob on the verneer tabletop. She shivered slightly, then took out an Italian flannel shirt. Sandy aimed to keep a long sleeve shirt in one of the bags bags she carried, no matter the temperature. American buildings blasted the AC unlike any other country....

"Are we going to knock on all these doors?"

"Yes."

"Why? There must be a better system?"

"There isn't. It's not like the old days when everybody watched the same few channels."

"What about  Twitter ?"

"Twitter? What about it?"

"Can't we tweet it there and get it trending?"

"Just how many followers do you think our...

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...