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No Thrills

Three minutes into the horror movie, and she was already on its Wikipedia page. My queen of no thrills, he thought of her habit which had once been cute, then quirky; had morphed in annoying, and now presented him with … Continue reading

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Love, Maybe

  Chris tightened his stomach as the Cupid Worm thrashed in his hand.  It dropped onto the plate with a hollow plop and for a moment laid suspended in mucus, its new freedom an invisible weight.  Then, with a violent … Continue reading

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Hemlock

Julia Alvarez, agreeing to disagree?  Absurd, Liddy thought.  When the Alvarez sisters fought there was never agreement, only silent acknowledgement.  A suppression of arms.  They fought, and then it was done: no resolution, no apologies.  The perpetual, tangled state of … Continue reading

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Heroes Don’t Come to Prudence Street

They clash in complementary colors–superpeople–hero versus villain  spandex versus leather, ideal versus the outside world. They clash, knuckles meeting flesh, bone crushing concrete, the surrounding air crackling, ionized with spite. They clash for the entire neighborhood to see, as if for … Continue reading

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Monster Under the Bed

The monster under Timmy’s bed nibbles on toes; it feeds on nightmares. Limping, sore, feet scarred, Timmy shuffles into mother’s room,  scissors shaking. The monster will eat well tonight

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The Pixelated Heart

His new name: Adonis12. Another day, another profile, the keyboard sends his love. Kate always responds: 48 hours of flirting before the silent freeze.  Like a chameleon without a palette, one day he’ll get it right. One day he’ll make her … Continue reading

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Fluff

I wake up to white windows and snow.  Light and fluffy, it weighs heavy in bulk, sagging all shelter.  The morning news: snow without a snowday, adulthood and its empty promises.

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