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...
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...
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...
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?...
Short Story I think I heard something pop, but I can’t be sure. Like, somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear a squishy membrane just split from sheer pressure. It’s not...
Serial Fiction “Yeah.” Maddy said. “I’m sorry.” “I know you are.” I twitched a little at that one. It’s something a teacher would say. Sure, they know you’re sorry, but you still aren’t getting...
Serial Fiction I clocked out about ten minutes after I clocked in. Maddy and me tried to keep conversation, but the air was a little to heavy for that. We mostly just rode the...