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...
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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...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Ten
Short Story He turned away and looked to his feet. He had said all that he wanted to say. Jennifer looked aside as well, appearing to mull over the quote. Instead, all Alex had...
Cosmic Caper – Part Three
Science Fiction “Seriously, have any of you ever seen any place so boring?” Jorwei leaned against the glass as their ship sped past the frozen blue sphere that was the Tesup System’s fourth planet....
The Red Butterfly, Part Five – Vamos A Candela
Short Story I waited outside the Tablao for her to come out, I lit a cigarette and pulled my collar up against the wind. I smoked the cigarette and when I finished it, I smoked...
Sand – Part Six
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...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nine
Short Story Mercifully, thankfully, as an immaculate gift from on high, Jennifer was given the next day off. Her plans fell apart soon after she woke up around three in the afternoon, but she...
The Red Butterfly, Part Four – Just An American Fantasy
Short Story The music faded and the lights dimmed. “Ahora vamos,” said Pablo as two men stepped on stage from behind heavy curtains. They were both trim and dressed in black. One man was just...
Sand – Part Five
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...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eight
Short Story “Bathroom,” Jennifer quipped, jabbing a finger in its direction. “Gonna go. Real quick. Okay?” Alex looked around awkwardly. “You… You don’t need to ask permission. You can just go.” “Yeah. Right. I...
Sand – Part Four
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...
