Fiction – Page 19 – Lollipop Magazine

Krassmont’s Calling – Fiction

March 1, 1996

He averaged about three hours of sleep a week. Dishevelment and lack of composure was his middle name. It should probably be hyphenated.

Cops 1996 – Ficition

March 1, 1996

“Son, you’re behind the wheel of a V-8 powered, fully-loaded, American built Ford Crown Victoria automobile. T’ain’t no ‘scuse for going 55. No ‘scuse at all.”

A Living Hell – Fiction

March 1, 1996

If I hear one more born-again poser trying to tell me about how cool Christian Industrial Death Metal is, I’m going to nail somebody’s living carcass to a tree.

Thus Spake the Prophet Mitchell to the inhabitants of Allston/Brighton – Fiction

February 1, 1996

Only too late you will realize your siren song is a groan, your poetry is a drink menu, and your drawing is a half-hearted wipe of your sorry ass.

The Torture Never Stops – Fiction

February 1, 1996

The fat child stuck her tongue out at Henry. The father made a waving, dismissive motion with his hand. Henry stacked the plates and carried them to the kitchen.

Saddy Nite – Fiction

February 1, 1996

Saddy nite the rental people came and took away the television. Quentin sat in darkness for a while, frowning at the blank spot on the wall.

My Snot – Fiction

February 1, 1996

He was violent (check), stupid (check), prone to fits of melancholy (check), hopelessly depraved (check), sexually frustrated (check), and shallow (check).

Mallrats: Back in the Day – Fiction

February 1, 1996

“Ya know,” Chaz began with that charming and thoughtful smirk that got him laid almost as much as me, “I do believe those two females are following us.”

Aliens Got My Mom! – Fiction

February 1, 1996

Nathan thought of Jake Fist. Jake was cool. Jake could handle fleshy-headed mutants. Jake wasn’t afraid to walk to the bathroom if he had to pee really badly.

Party Spew – Fiction

December 1, 1995

It’s bad enough we’re living in a patriarchal society dominated by a lot of unfeeling, violent, unnurturing pigs, but us girls don’t even get to have cockles.