Tag: fiction
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He Being Brand
The first time I almost killed a gay boy was on a highway outside White Bear Lake, Minnesota, after I’d driven twenty- five miles to meet and maybe kiss one in real life. We knew each other from the internet and we thought we were in love.
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Still Life
OUTSIDE IT WAS COLD: Fargo streets, no sun for days, cracked gray snow banks, and spitty rain. At some indeterminate point in the late morning I grew tired of the internet, all the voices online asking for pictures or me or if I was into having whole fists shoved inside me, so I pushed back…
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The Ryans
Jon knew the Ryan’s like his own blood, at least that’s what he told me when we were climbing in his car to go to their dinner party. Trying to learn Jon’s world and my place within it was a puzzling pursuit, as he was a subject that skirted easy castings. As we drove through…
Will Lyman — Portfolio 