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Category Archives: fiction
It Is Always October
I’m nine, and I’m at an amusement park near my house. It’s gotten dark and I know this ride will be the last one of the night, but there’s hardly any line for the ferris wheel and I run up. … Continue reading
2 A.M.
The words on all the forms in front of Dan had been blurring together for an hour. He stayed at the desk anyway, because where else was he going to go? Jake was asleep and hopefully going to stay that … Continue reading
A Theist
I kneel once more, in case mercy should come in the nick of time. He leads the youth masses, but he tries not to make eye contact with the high schoolers. They all know, with the uneasy osmosis of teenage … Continue reading
Personal Demons: 15
“What? Who’re you?” Confused as I was, I didn’t even remember that I’d locked the bathroom door. There was no way the person staring at me could have gotten in. “You may call me Sariel.” “Why are you here? What … Continue reading
A Little Help
Marie whimpered a little in her sleep. The figure approaching felt a little sorry for her, but steeled his resolve. He couldn’t afford to show sympathy until he knew whether she’d shown him sympathy. Or something. He shook his head … Continue reading
Duck
I brushed my hair out of my eyes again. As much as I liked the novel sensation of having it there, it was starting to get annoying. How did Jian put up with it? I had no idea. Perhaps the … Continue reading
Proposal
“Get up. Edwin, get up!” He jerked awake, but it took him a minute to recognize the voice speaking to him as his fiancee. “My dad’s coming over,” she said as she pulled him off the couch. “You have to … Continue reading
Resolution
He was seated at the edge of his bedroll with his legs folded and his eyes closed. “Jianguo,” I said softly. Slowly, his eyes opened. He smiled at me, but his face was strained and tired. “The answer?” he asked … Continue reading
Childish Things
Jim wasn’t really my uncle. I called him that because that’s what kids call the adult that’s in the house all the time that isn’t their parents. He was the fun one, the one who didn’t yell like my dad … Continue reading
Singing, Dancing, Burning
She was bound, hand and foot, and thrown into the ruined doorway of her master’s house. Kindling was piled around her and the fire started. Enheduana could hear it, popping and hissing and singing. … Singing?