We chew and spit you out

After he won I was in shock for I-don’t-know how long. Weeks. Months. The world felt bizarre, surreal. I remember looking at people who looked like Republicans. I remember eating lunch in restaurants with people who looked like business people eating lunch. I’d come to know they were not to be trusted, but I didn’t…

From deep in the forest

In Japan, there is a place called the Suicide Forest. It is well-known. Many people go there to… well, there’s no need to describe what they do there. But there are photographs of tattered necktie remnants hanging from tree branches. Bones below them half-covered with earth and vines. For example. In the 1990s, a style…

Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back)

We were in Mexico, you and I, visiting your family, officially, but looking for your future wife, unofficially. You were, I mean — not me. Not that it matters. Anyway, you were lying on your bed, headphones on, listening to the new Flaming Lips CD, Clouds Taste Metallic, at my request. I asked what you thought.…

The Specialist

I met with a specialist. An expert in her field. Her field is a big one, many experts like her running around inside of it. Each of them with a certain area of expertise. Some of these experts overlap a bit, some of them are pretty far removed. No one knows everything. I’d been looking forward…

When Can I See You Again?

And now here it is… the last post of the Halloween season. It’s by an actress from Holland who lives on a tiny Greek island, and it’s unlike anything else I’ve posted this month. It’s the perfect sentiment to finish with. It turns Halloween into something new, something wistful. It yearns. And I’m a sucker for wistful yearning. 

The Picture

Ye shall know him as Ice Drummer, for that is his handle. (Like me, he prefers to lay low, so I will not spill his secret identity.) And this Waltoween submission of his is a little different from others in that it was never a submission, per se. Rather, it’s a story he shared with…

Baby Doll

She woke up again 3:30 a.m. She lay in bed for a while, pinching the bridge of her nose. When she was certain, she threw off the sheets. In darkness she walked to the living room, feeling her way with a hand against the wall. At the mantle she fumbled for a box of matches,…

Assassin

We here at Waltbox (and by ‘we’ I mean ‘me,’ or rather I, Walt) are (am) excited to feature today a Halloweeny treat by none other than Michelle of The Green Study. She’s taken a break from what I like to think of as The Good Fight to get into the spirit of the season…

Mother of Thousands

The next Waltoween guest post is from Lynn Love, a very talented writer who has been featured on WordPress Discover. Her flash fiction is superb, so make sure you pay her a visit at her blog, Word Shamble. And please let her know you were here to enjoy this story by clicking ‘like’ and leaving a comment below!