Dildo or Vibrator? v 1.0 by Ryan Munevar 10-03-14 Word Count: 957 Dildo or Vibrator? It’s 1:51 AM, and I’m in Monterey pulling high-resolution pictures from a NASA website and merging them into a stunning time-lapse video of the Aurora…
The Father of Detroit By Ryan Munevar 12-4-12 10:14 PM Word Count: 1,284 Tommy walked into the bar, sat down, and nodded at the bartender. “You don’t look so good, man,” the bartender said. “Just got dumped,” Tommy said. “Beer?”…
3-13-04 4:02 AM Fat Rash by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 413 The point of working out around midnight at an all-hours sports club is to avoid the lines at the machines, the beasts in the sauna, and, in general, people…
1-14-06 6:48 PM I’ll Take My Nubiles Muslim Style… by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 1,775 I’m cooking in the kitchen, a nice Turkish dish this girl taught me a while back… Just taking it easy for one night. When Nadia,…
4-19-05 11:07 PM OK, So I Died by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 1,054 OK, so I died. World of shit, right? No, it wasn’t really that bad. It’s warm, like lying in a bath with the lights off. Not quite…
4-8-00 10:38 AM The Brown Bandits by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 1,628 Putano Chulupe squinted his eyes and heaved. His gut muscles strained and quivered as beads of fat sweat slid down his face. He closed his eyelids as the…
12-26-08 11:43 PM Firefly July by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 785 Joseph was a child who never stopped smiling. And in the presence of his father, he absolutely beamed, so much so that in public people who didn’t even know…
1-18-2010 2:16 AM Cocker Spaniels From Hell by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 668 12:45 Sunday, July 16th, 2012 ARMY Recon Chopper – 500 Feet in the Air Every man, woman, and child was ripped apart in the town of Powell,…
1-24-10 Trick by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 1,618 “I fucked your mother… Fucked her for real,” said the ten-year-old boy standing next to me at baggage claim 5 of the San Francisco International Airport. “What?” I asked him. “Fucked her,”…
9-1-99 3:13 AM Stink Fingers by Ryan Munevar Word Count: 896 Mr. Gremler needed five hundred dollars in three hours, or Mobombo Jackson, the bookie, would cut his balls off and make him eat them for breakfast. Mr. Gremler had…