Stories
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Memory Is The Liar That Whispers Fantastic Pasts In Our Ears
It started out as one of my favorite kind of schooldays, you know, where you wake up and the world outside is completely white and Alice…
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Alice: Reflections of a Looking Glass Friendship
“Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons–something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn’t…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Fate Has Been the Problem All Along
The astrologer built her career on specificity. Clients returned because her readings differed from one another in ways that felt personal…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: From Love to Hate: Variations of a Human
The linguist possessed every stage of it: handwritten letters from courtship, postcards from the first years together, emails from middle age, terse messages sent during the separation.
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Micro-Fiction Corner: The Mechanics and Pacing of True Madness
The clinic maintained an unofficial ledger that never appeared in audits. It contained no diagnoses, medications, or treatment plans. Instead, generations of clinicians had recorded rhythms.