Dirty Work

As I typed out a series of lewd fruit puns—one of them involving blueberries, I’m almost certain—I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Nonfiction

Bonchon Chats

The grim reaper once told her that she’d fall in love in her fifteenth life. But here she was, seated on a squeaky office chair in front of a desk too low for her elbows, back hunched and eyes squinting at the monitor….

Fiction