Russell Nohelty

Albert Ross is the most miserable, pathetic, and terrible thing in the entire universe. He is reviled by many, most of all God.

Albert Ross enjoyed the breeze blowing through the balcony and across his naked body.

Sometimes my psychologist appeared as a gaseous fractal from Zuban 8, and other times as a reptilian dodecapus from Fraxil 3.

Sasha Suresh sat in the café on the 983rd floor of Albert Ross’s building while Becky played with her second helping of breakfast.

Sasha Suresh watched the television that morning slack-jawed at the little restaurant table on the 983rd floor of Albert Ross’s building.

Albert Ross never desired power. He wanted to be a hippie without a care in the world, frittering around with reckless abandon.

By the thirteenth day of Albert Ross’s forced bed rest, the house was on edge. Of course, it was

A feeling grew from a little seed into a raging inferno the closer he got to completion.

For one brief moment, she saw her mother and father reunited and in it she found the joy she’d missed her entire life.

Self-sacrifice was one of the universal binding principles of the entire universe. Neither love, hate, desire, passion, nor even pride was as immortal as that of self-sacrifice.