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Kidding. He’s not. Frank died. Four times in my fiction serial in Talk Vomit. With four new fantastic drawings from Nikita. Check them out: Why Frank Chose His Family Over an Eternal Orgy *Based on my idea of Hell Frank died. His feet went first. Falling. He was falling down, down, down, and stopped right in the middle of a wild orgy. There were couches, … Continue reading Frank Is Alive!
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Day 365, the end. For those of you who didn’t know, this website was a collaborative project between Nikita Klimov and Benjamin Davis. Ben is from Massachusetts, U.S.A., and Nikita is from Moscow, Russia. They both live in St. Petersburg, Russia for some reason no one can ever seem to grasp. Since October 17th, 2016, Ben has written a flash fiction story every day. He … Continue reading 365 Days Later: End of our Challenge
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His name was Francis and he was born with an odd gift. By the time he was twenty, he was still a baby and his mother was dead. They switched him to goats milk and kept him in a cage. I found him on an app; F4F. I’d been having trouble making new friends in Russia. So, I signed up and put in my information, … Continue reading Gvlerbintinkinstry
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I was nine when I found out people could fly. It was simple. Just two steps to the left, then up. A girl in my class taught me. Her name was Kelly. She had bangs. “Just like this,” she said, before showing me. I frowned. I followed the motions. I froze. Like a bubble in cola, I floated. I began laughing as I floated. As … Continue reading You Wouldn’t Want to Float to China
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**A friend asked me if I ever write erotica. I said no, but decided to give it my best shot anyways… Samantha sat over a cup of soft coffee, pondering the meaning of life; there were charts, tables, graphs, quotes, poems, and even the wrapper for a bar of dark chocolate. Samantha sighed. She turned. A man stood in her door. Half of her … Continue reading The Meaning of Life on the Inside of a Dark Chocolate Wrapper
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I moved into my own body at around twenty-three, only to find myself embarrassed and horrified at the nonsense it had been getting up to. Especially my mouth. I was in a club. It was dark. It was late. The Irish man I was talking to looked deep into my eyes. “You know, I thought you were a decent guy. But you’re kind of a … Continue reading Moving Day
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I sat on the street outside my therapist’s office smoking a cigarette. The door was locked so I assumed her to be running a bit late. We had seen each other four times. Talked of parents and childhood and sexual repression. The whole shah-bang. Making progress, I suppose. I waited – five past, ten past – a car makes a sharp U-turn and pulls up … Continue reading The Day my Therapist Dumped Me
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Hank and I sat at the Chinese restaurant near our place. “This place got closed down three times for serving minors,” he tells me, drawing a picture of what looks like an egg. “How does that even happen?” I wonder, tearing a chicken wing in half. Hank shrugs. The waitress passes. “Excuse me?” She turns. “Can I get a mai-tai?” She nods an walks … Continue reading Ambidextrous Pornography
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I remember the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember when. I don’t remember why. I do remember where; Minneapolis, Minnesota. There was a girl. We met in Maine. We met again two years later in Massachusetts. She moved to Minnesota in that phase after a first kiss when colors vibrate and whistle tunes. I worked two jobs for two months. I bought … Continue reading The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Ever Seen
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A shower appeared in my bedroom thirty seconds ago. No, not a shower. A tube of some sort, fogged glass. The door opens, steam pours out. Okay, maybe it is a shower. A man with neat hair and an old face steps out. He frowns. “You’re not Martin,” he says, then scowls, “crap.” He turns and looks at the shower, then back at me. “Where … Continue reading Knowing Too Much and Nothing at All
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This time when I turned on the lamp in the den it said “Hello”. Imagine my surprise. “Hello?” it said. “Hello?” I called. “Over here.” Said the lamp. I walked over and peaked under the white fringed shade. “Do you mind removing this thing on my head?” asked the lamp. I am losing my mind, I thought. Yet, obeyed. “Ah, much better. What is your … Continue reading Little Lamp
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The morning air is so cold it stinks. The Babushka with six gold teeth growls at me when she opens the door. She watches me put bags on my feet. She nods and leaves. The school is well lit. The early kids roam about. Inside the second entry there is a table. On the table is a giant paper-mache rooster. One of the Russian teachers … Continue reading The Big Beautiful Cock
By Benjamin Davis Credit: Nikita Klimov, @ni.nikita.ta on Instagram Welcome to “What Happened When Frank Died.” In this column, for as long as I’m allowed, I’m going to kill Frank. Like—a lot. Worse, every two weeks, he will then be subjected to a multiverse of afterlives: absurd, funny, brutal, depressing, wild, creepy, heart-wrenching afterlives. Some will be based on existing theories, some on my own demented… Continue reading How Frank Learned To Fight for the Gods
Three new What Happened When Frank Died stories are now available for free on Talk Vomit. Three new What Happened When Frank Died stories. Three new gorgeous pieces of art by Nikita. Hi everyone, This week I’m sending out an update on my What Happened When Frank Died series in Talk Vomit. If you want to just jump right to the stories, here are the … Continue reading Dogs, Death, and Dancing
Hello Readers (living, dead, undead), Our What Happened When Frank Died series is going strong in Talk Vomit! There are two new stories up with two new stunning works of art by Nikita. In the second episode, Frank finds himself in the hellish landscape of an overpopulated heaven: What Frank Saw When He Looked Between His Legs Frank died. Frank fell hard onto something soft. … Continue reading What Happened When Frank Died: Episodes 2 & 3
Dear Flash-365 Readers, Long time no words. I am popping in to announce that What Happened When Frank Died will now be a bi-monthly column in Talk Vomit E-Lit Zine. Every other Wednesday you will be able to find a new installment of this series! Each story will be accompanied by a brand new illustration from Nikita Klimov. For those of you who have never … Continue reading What Happened When Frank Died Is Coming to Talk Vomit!
Originally posted on Back Patio Press:
I was thirty years old. I had money. It moved around me. It didn’t grow as I wanted it to, but it didn’t run away from me like it used to. I could afford a car, an apartment, and an assortment of smart gadgets. I called my friend Carl and said I’d drive him to the zoo. “There is… Continue reading “No One Can Figure Out Why John Fed Himself to a Bear” by Benjamin Davis
It took until my late twenties for all of my excessive bad habits to catch up to me. And, it was two years after that before I started (trying) to improve my health in different ways; LASIK, Yoga, trying (and failing) to quit smoking. These four essays reflect milestones in this process and they were published over the past six months in Human Parts. … Continue reading New Essays and Art from Ben & Nikita
