• Contemporaneous: A Living Novel

    Contemporaneous: Chapters 48 – 49

    48. “Back already?” Luca asks me, sitting against the table’s edge as he folds his arms across his chest. “Fuckface.” “That …” I say, like that one word will encompass the entire experience. That. And it does, but it also represents every stream of thought I have. I go with what’s strongest in my mind: Autumn. “Is  that like punishment?” I ask. “You kill Autumn because I took my own life?” “You’re not that important, dickweed. A least not in some celestial sense.” “Autumn died—” “Shit happens.” “Shit happens? Who the fuck are you? Forrest Gump?” “Life is like a box of cuntings,” Luca says. “You never know when or…

  • Sixty-One

    Contemporaneous: Chapter 20

    20. I wake in the morning, grab my phone from my bedside drawer to check the time, and instead find a message from Lana: I just want to say that as somebody who cares for you and loves you, it hurts me whenever you make me feel unwanted, like I’m a burden in your life. It feels like I always have to scrap for your time, and when I’m with you, you’re neither verbally or physically affectionate. We’re more like friends to you it seems. I don’t know why or how it became like this but it’s grown progressively worse over the last year. I regularly wonder where I place…