by Kenneth Clay
Chaos in Beldad. Dogs leaping from their picket-white cages to chase after the sirens. Heads turning. Us, slowly coursing down the street like authorial blood flow. It was simple. We were meeting Justin in his own homeland. Paul and James were in the car ahead of us....
by Kenneth Clay
THE PRESENT “She said it was Satan.” Paul added. “Did she see where he ran off to? I mean, if we trace his footsteps that’ll lead us right to him. I assume this town has traffic cameras, correct?” I said. James perked up. “All we’d need is just a map of...
by Kenneth Clay
THE PRESENT (OR PAST, WHATEVER YOU LIKE) It was now three-in-the-afternoon. A week before, I had got a call from my boss, telling me to go down to Arizona for a job. Another murder case. No problem, I had solved them before and I would continue to do so. So I packed...
by Kenneth Clay
THE FUTURE “Wake up, Mr. Sander.” “Wake up…” “Wake up now…” I opened my eyes and softly rose up. There was no light inside this room, save for a television playing nothing but static. In between the lines, I saw faces staring back at me. And...
by Kenneth Clay
I fucking hate absinthe. Terrible, terrible, high. If you drink too much. I had some the night before and rather enjoyed it. But it was just a quarter shot. The next night I drank a quarter and realized it wasn’t enough to hallucinate. You never try to...
by Kenneth Clay
The streets of Seattle always rained, though Irwin never cared. Some people did. Some people cried about it. The thing was that Alcoholics Anonymous was four blocks away and he didn’t like driving in Seattle. So with an umbrella and a cigarette in his mouth, he...
by Kenneth Clay
What a weird day, I thought. All this asking and wandering had gotten nowhere. Sure, his alibi had been confirmed, but video showed otherwise. Maybe it’d hold up in court? I didn’t think he did it. And as I stepped out I noticed a lady staring at me. White...
by Kenneth Clay
After the terrible realization that were doppelgangers, I decided to go to the bar. I desperately needed a break. I couldn’t even figure out exactly what Gretchen was saying. All she did was give me little hints. But with those little hints, I realized a thing...
by Kenneth Clay
On the 27th, I’m flying out to Colorado. I’m seeing King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard live with a friend and we will be tripping. I’m also staying there to work backbreaking labor for nineteen-an-hour. The plan is to, basically, gameify the amount...
by Kenneth Clay
A TRANSMISSION AFTER RETURNING FROM THE BOTTOM OF A SWIMMING POOL And as the child rises, the colors are iridescent. The sun hovers in the sky calmly caressing the child. He smiles and swats his hand in the air. The hills unfurl around him, revealing a happy place....
