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The Worms

June 3rd, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards

The Worms - short fiction by Corey A. Edwards

“Esther discovers a worm on an old, hated quilt … and then the world.”

The Worms first entered into what you and I would think of as reality through a quasar catalogued as 3C 279. Quasar 3C 279 does not exist for this purpose nor had it been used so prior; it was just handy at the time.
A mere handful of pinkish-gray, banded, larval forms, no more than two centimeters in length, The Worms are more appropriately referred to in the singular for, despite the apparent lack of connection between bodies, “they” are “it” far more than “it” is “they”.

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April 29th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards

Corpocopia by Corey A. Edwards

Gregg discovers it’s what’s inside that matters … but it’s up to Emmy to clean up the mess.

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Excerpt From A Story I Can’t Imagine I’ll Ever Write – short fiction

January 31st, 2012 by Corey A. Edwards



Chapter 12

in which we find our heroes on a precarious ledge over the clown pit

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Electric Lunch

August 8th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards

Electric Lunch: downtown Loveland, CO, circa 1910 - Bullmark Blazer diecast

Bullmark Blazer diecast

They said he was from Japan and that accounted for his funny accent but it was clear to me he weren’t no Japaner. They said his metal body was the result of wounds he’d received in a war or some such but I never believed that, not for one minute. Who ever heard of such a thing; a metal body?

He wasn’t a this earth, I tell you, not even this time, maybe. Sell my mother if it aint true.

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July 21st, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards

Fruit - Bullmark Rockbat diecast

Bullmark Rockbat diecast

I thought he was just a kid goofing around. Just another bozo-button at large and awash in adolescence. You’ve seen ’em; teens, sans supervision in the supermarket, making public fresh for their friends.

But this was different.

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The Neighbor

July 15th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards

The Neighbor - Takatoku Bibyun diecast

Takatoku Bibyun diecast

Weird noises come out of his place at all hours and the windows are almost always dark. Some nights you can see little, flickering lights moving around in there like he’s maneuvering about the place with tea lights in his hands and plenty of shochu in his veins.

Oh, yeah he drinks alright. Sometimes alone, sometimes with what sounds like a million angry ghosts but always the next morning: the clatter of glass and aluminum out the back door, down the steps, and into the recycle container, often to overflowing.

He bangs that porch door a lot and, if you look over, he sometimes waves his little, plastic swords menacingly in your direction.

We turn our heads when this happens, politely sucking on our cigarettes, pretending we aren’t amused, interested, or even aware of his bizarre, red costume with the bumpy blue eyes.

You don’t fuck around with a guy like that. Not in San Francisco. Not when he’s … the neighbor.

The Face – short fiction

July 5th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards

He wasn’t sure when it began but it seemed that now, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t escape it.

It was everywhere. In the chrome of the toaster, rippling up at him from the surface of his morning’s coffee, in the smear of color playing across the glassed face of a clock. He’d lean forward to turn off the TV and, if the light was right, there it was, staring back at him from the grey of the still dying tube: the face.

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Myrna-Joe and Cleary – short fiction

June 5th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards

Myrna-Joe was a large woman with bad skin, dimpled joints, and bright orange hair. Not red, mind you: orange. Truth be told it was a wispy, ghost gray, having long since lost its original, dish-water dinginess but she’d colored it with one of those cheap preparations you can find for half-off on aisle 12 and now it was like that of a doll or some character from a 1960’s Rankin/Bass animation.

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