House Party – Part Two
Short Story Under Cheri’s hand bas relief sculptures were carved into the wall. The shapes frightened her, conjuring thoughts that disturbed her and images that terrified. She paused, trying to see what was carved...
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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty
Short Story “You turned a man into a living torch,” Jennifer growled. “You butcher these people and don’t even let them keep their dignity by staying dead. If you call that living, then I want...
The Human Comedy: The Price of Sugar
Short Story Why, oh why, did she keep seeing him? She knew why, on a surface level. Her friends called him her sugar daddy, and at first she resented the nickname, but at this...
Coasting – Part Three
Short Story Von arrived at the local pub. It didn’t take him long to detect his three friends boisterously laughing on the other side of the place. He waded towards them and removed his scarf,...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nineteen
Short Story Jennifer spun around on the ball of her foot, nearly tumbling over in the process. Alex stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watching her with a bemused smirk. He...
Lolita’s Lap Dance – Part Two
Short Story To those girls I must have looked like a bargain-basement version of themselves. Nevertheless, someone apparently wanted a dance from this heavily discounted pseudo-stripper and I had decided, against my better judgement,...
Coasting – Part Two
Short Story Von stood with his eyes closed, head down, and his palms flat on either side of the shower head. He let the hot water pour around his neck and pitter-patter on the...
The Red Butterfly, Part Eleven – A War Worth Fighting
Short Story The music had begun. Anna kissed the old horse-faced man on both cheeks, then gave him a hug. She must know him, I thought. The Horse-faced man disappeared into the crowd that...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eighteen
Short Story By the time Jennifer reached the metal stairs, she felt she had aged a hundred years. Something undefinable had been lost from one end of the room to the other. A clawing absence...
The Red Butterfly, Part Ten – That Is Where He Died
Short Story “I told you that we would meet again,” said Augustín. “You were right.” “I am always right, Americano,” he said as he closed the door behind us. We entered a small space...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seventeen
Short Story Jennifer nearly screamed, but instead stumbled over her feet while trying to jump away. She rolled backward over her back, but was somehow on her feet again within a second. The man’s...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Sixteen
Short Story She climbed two more flights before coming to an open door, and even then she had to slam against it with her shoulder to widen the gap enough for her to pass...
