Category: FICTION

ROBERT LEVIN Author > FICTION

  • WHEN PACINO’S HOT, I’M HOT

    Blanche Dubois always depended on the kindness of strangers. Me, I’ve always depended on strangers thinking I’m someone else.

  • The Killer

    From the moment I’d started shooting I was liberated from my body and, by extension, from all the grief that it generated for me.

  • The HIDEOUS SUMMER

    Imagine that suddenly, with no expectation of the impending event, you void your bowels on a stalled and packed rush hour subway.

  • AGAINST Mental Health

    If I ever see a shrink again it’ll have to be under a court order.

  • Waiting for the Cut (a skit)

    Beth came here with me for the haircut after that one. It was on a perfect fall afternoon — cool and clear. You could smell apples in the air.

  • 3 Very Short Stories

    “God,” he gulped, tearing down his pants,

  • Arena

    There were three of them — three guys whose wiring you probably could have smelled as far away as Brooklyn —

  • Sex With a Very Large Woman

    My chance to gross obesity from the list of body types I hadn’t yet scored.

  • The Author

    Even my parents waited until my book was remaindered before buying their copy.

  • Spinning the Wheel of the Quivering Meat Conception

    I was, I suppose you could say, in a prepartum depression.

  • Dog Days

    When you call your dog Maureen you’re asking for trouble.

  • A Bouquet of Daisies

    This time the news was completely delivered in under a minute, but I caught it and it made me rise from my seat.