Ryan Munevar

Ryan Munevar

They Cut My Pepe Off

12-20-99 10:22 PM They Cut My Pepe Off by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 968 I was calmly walking on the sidewalk heading for a little restaurant to meet some friends when a black Mercedes careened off the road and bumped me…

God’s Got Blue Balls

5-27-99 2:52 PM GOD’S GOT BLUE BALLS by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 898 “At 6:47 PM, your heart stopped. The doctors tried every available means to resuscitate you, but they couldn’t. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this,…

Seven Broodlings

2-21-2010 10:42 AM Seven Broodlings by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 2,532 Max had been nominated for teacher of the year in his district. The newspaper ran a short article about him. He meant to frame it, but they spelled his…

In the Drunken Whorish Fever

5-6-99 11:36 PM In the Drunken Whorish Fever by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 1,145 Ohh Jesus… Where am I? What the fuck am I doing in an elevator? Think damnit. What was the last thing you did? Is that a…

Raymundo the Hero

Ryan Munevar (949) 702-1637 ryan.munevar@gmail.com Raymundo the Hero v 3.0 Mathew Cole stood with an umbrella above his head in front of his parents’ freshly dug graves in the Santa Monica Cemetery. A light rain was coming down. His lawyer,…

The Surly Vagina Beast

11-1-99 7:06 PMThe Surly Vagina Beastby Ryan MunevarWord Count:1,838     A young man and a young woman were sleeping in a big bed when, from somewhere in the dark room, came a guttural, mucous-clearing noise. The man immediately snapped…

The White Barn of Love

10-22-99 4:06 AM Posted 11th July 2011 The White Barn of Love by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 1,405   “God damnit, Boy!  It’s almost sunset…  More whitewash!  Get me more whitewash!  Go! Go! Go!” Uncle Chucky screamed at his nephew…

Fuck Sharks

Fuck Sharks By Ryan Munevar Posted 7th July 2011 Word Count: 845     I was floating in the ocean while taking a piss when the shark bumped its nose into my crotch. You do know that they, being the…

The Bare Minimum

5-01-10  2:24 AM The Bare Minimum by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 1,670 It was 8 AM, eighty-two degrees, and a million percent humidity. The stink of rotting fruit in the French Quarter was getting heavier in the air by the…