by Purrsia
illustrated by susieoh

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I woke up with a mouth full of sand.

The plane. Something had happened….

I sat up, spitting sand out as I went, and my head told me just what a shitty idea that had been. The plane had crashed. Shit. I went on a flight to Tahiti and ended up in fucking Lost. I hadn’t even made it to Tahiti.

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Maid In America

by Purrsia
illustrated by Nanashi

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It was only when Aaron was standing at the doorway of his own apartment in a three-piece suit that he realized Stu could talk him into pretty much anything.

God only knew what the neighbors would think. The neighbors probably already thought plenty of things, with three men in various flavors of gay living in one tiny apartment with an even tinier bedroom. Stu certainly didn’t care, and David probably didn’t even think about that kind of thing, but Aaron did sometimes. Sometimes it even bothered him.

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A Visit From Nick

by Purrsia

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When it came down to rent or my guitar, that one was easy. So I might have to sleep in my car for a couple of days. No biggie.

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Fuck Or Fry

by Purrsia

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Tom never had any luck with girls. It never stopped him from trying, though. Joe admired that about Tom, his sheer boneheaded persistence, his boundless optimism.

This time, they were bringing the beer, which Tom thought was an instant key to pussy. Hell, maybe it was. Joe didn’t really give a shit. He was bored, it was Halloween weekend, and he’d finished his homework and had nothing better to do than drive Tom home when he’d gotten completely smashed.

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Shopping Trip

by Purrsia
illustrated by Ad-ad Wifey

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The store had called her name for a couple of weeks now. It was clearly a porn shop, but it seemed like one of those girly ones, with decent lighting and a policy of cleanliness. Linda thought she might just walk in after work one night. She wouldn’t have to look at the… stuff. She could just look at the nightgowns, if she wanted. There were some pretty ones in the window, next to the… vinyl ones.

She finally got up her courage on a Thursday night. Alan had kept her at work late editing the final proofs for their catalog; she thought the store might ease her frustration. And a little… alone time might help with her fatigue and stress as well.

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Terry Potter And The Double Vision

by Purrsia

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“Dad, look!” Chris ran ahead of me. “Wow.”

Wow indeed. The bookstore was glittering, and there were faces peering out of every window– some painted on, some real. Kids and adults, some in costume, some not.

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In Tune

by Purrsia

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The piano tuner was quite attractive, his skin looking dark-skinned white or light-skinned black, Charles couldn’t quite determine which. He wore a tight black t-shirt and jeans so tight that no imagination was needed. Adrian, the last piano tuner, had worn dress pants and a button-down shirt, but he supposed young people were dressing more casually these days, and after all, tuning a piano required no uniform.

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