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Garota Exilada 1 – The Big Ask (Diya y Xio)

It is a lowered car, a lowrider—a 1967 cherry red customized Chevrolet Impala with an ornate sugar skull painted on the bonnet and…

We Bought A Graveyard

“It’s not the repairs, Caleb Allen Mitchell,” I whisper-screamed. Even though I was on the verge of hysteria I was mindful not to upset…

Breadcrumbing

But needs must when the devil drives, so he picked himself up by the bootstraps and scratched his puzzler on the best way to go…

A Tin For Tinder

I had not realized, until I felt the radiant heat as you approached with your flame, that our connection was a living bridge, a spiritual…

Maurine, Maureen, Part 1

Maurine didn’t think of herself as a narcissist, who would, really, unless someone went out of their way to point the possibility out; which is…

The Choosing Field

The Centria planted its feet atop the announcing mound and parted its lips slightly, a hairline fracture in a granite face that could not easily…

Loving The Antisocial

There was no denying it all went wrong the day she met The Antisocial. Her marriage, her life, her reality. He stepped into the…

The Next Now

Though he swore to himself that he would never ever in a million years be caught dead doing it again, Clayton Jacobson wound up working late…

Runt

Kadari hunkered down in the space between the commode and the wall, knees hugged to his chest. He rocked slightly and muttered a…

The Trip Back Home

Ya Jiji was nestled on the peak of Muntanyes Oraș, a tiny tourist town with one road in or out and that road was always the scene of an…

Wishing White

Connie screamed and hurdled down the flight of stairs like she was on fire. She made a run for the front door, fingers frantically fumbled…

Donor

There was a knock at Tim’s front door. Impossibly, there was a knock on a day there shouldn’t have been one. Not that it was a big disturbance…

The Folds of Love

When the delivery truck pulls up outside the shop, neither of us look out the window. We know exactly who it is. 12:15 pm on the dot…

The Anniversary Meal

As Amantha carefully diced the spleen, she caught herself. Lost in the preparation of the meal, she absently sang a song under her…

No Future In Arguing

Because of the argument with her mother, Lakshmi wasn't able to sleep. It happened ten days ago to this very minute and her hatred…

The Math of the Moment

There were two things that Evan knew:

1. Mathematics
2. He lived the wrong kind of life…

The King of Wretches

I don’t have a favorite season, per se, but whenever summer rolls around, my head swims with near endless possibilities of how I can alter not only my reality but the reality of existence so that I can finally live a life in which my head falls on the pillow with no worries and I awaken the same way.

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