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…
Passage Through the Graveyard of Earthworms
There I was walking down the street, mind-sifting through character conversations and scene settings, when I looked down at the…
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…
Prexing Elevator Chat (Please Read My Lonely Talk Pt 2)
For most of my life on your world I’ve made my living working in an elegance palace. Before you ask, the place I work at is really nothing more than…
The Math of the Moment
There were two things that Evan knew:
1. Mathematics
2. He lived the wrong kind of life…
Call Me Desla (Please Read My Lonely Talk Pt 1)
Please, call me Desla. Not my actual name, mind you, but there is no real reason for you to know me by anything else. I was born– well, that is not…
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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