Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Fourteen
Short Story The factory doors were thick, gray slabs of metal left wide open. The hallway inside led into near blackness. Broken shards of the ceiling hung down like fangs. Jennifer paused and picked...
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Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Seven – Gianna
Short Story July 23rd, 2015. Hospital. [sheets shuffling] [struggling] [sighs] Alright. We’re in action. This laptop would probably feel like a brick if it were on my legs. I made the first one of...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Thirteen
Short Story Standing up, while cradling her injured hand in her shirt, her first impression was something like Mars, or the post-apocalypse. With the gravel parking lot pairing well with the steel, overcast sky,...
Sand – Part Nine
Short Story I blink. I’m in front of Maddy’s apartment, fully dressed, with my revolver tucked into my pants. My head is blank, wiped empty. All I can do is stare down at the...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twelve
Short Story A shouting match drifted from the inside of Gateau, catching her attention. No one had entered, so Alex had apparently been let out of the cooler. Jennifer’s fear returned with the force...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eleven
Short Story She felt locked in place, her muscles twitching. Jennifer felt her brain short-circuit, conflicting over the desire to run and the shock keeping her in place. As her eyes widened even farther,...
The Red Butterfly, Part Seven – I Hope It Hurts
Short Story “Why did you tell them to go that way?” said Anna. “Why not?” said Carlos. “Because it is the wrong way. Because you have sent them to Plaza de Lavapiés.” “And so?”...
Sand – Part Eight
Serial Fiction In the trashcan next to the desk, there’s an almost-full pack of cigarettes. There’s a thousand reasons for why I could have thrown it in there, but there’s only one reason...
Sand – Part Seven
Serial Fiction She finished her drink and glanced over at me. Shifty-eyed and mouth hanging open, I probably didn’t look like the sanest guy in the room. “Max?” she said. “Are you okay?...
Lachlan – Part Five (Final)
Short Story “Alex, we need to talk.” Henry’s voice sounded brittle and croaky. Lachlan walked around to the side of the desks, his eyes focussing on Alex’s head. “He glazes our eyes with...
