Why can’t this be enough? I think as my right thumb hovers over my iPhone’s screen as if there’s a hidden well inside it that can fill up whatever part of me is still unsatisfied. I’m on a boat with four of my closest friends, sailing past the Santa Monica Pier on a sunny Saturday morning. …
I'm 32 years old and have spent all but six months of those being monolingual. And there is zero reason I should have. Unlike some unfortunate people who were never exposed to another language, I've had a multitude of opportunities to learn... When my fifth grade teacher went on maternity leave for half of the …
There’s a point in every dream where you should realize you’re sleeping. It’s the moment when verisimilitude transforms into full blown fantasy. When everything in your brain should be screaming, “THIS CAN’T BE FUCKING REAL!” It’s when you figure out the hole you’ve fallen into is never ending, or the wolf chasing you stands upright …
Whiskey River take my mind, Don’t let her mem’ry torture me. Whiskey River don’t run dry, You’re all I’ve got, take care of me. -Willie Nelson Kenny put up his guitar and sat down in his chair. Contemplated the hunk of metal in front of him - chips and wires and plugs, an LED screen …
There’s a broken down van that sits on the land where a family used to live, When the neighbors walk by they cover their eyes cause they know what the father did, Now the only boy left is all but bereft and isn’t a sight to see, When the people come near he cradles in fear …
Stories by Jared Naylor 