Sunday, April 13, 2014

"An Almost Made-Up Story" by Amanda Harris in Fictionaut

It's Monday morning and my teacher is drunk as hell. You can smell the Guinness on his breath, on his clothes. Even the chairs are covered in some kinda stain or another--piss or cum or whatever comes out of a man's body when he's fucked up. Read story here.

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