“What does ‘Once upon a time…’ mean anyway,” she muttered to herself and her then still supportive best friend who got a chuckle out of it. ‘Think it out before you’re skeptical of something’ the almost annoyingly soft voice of her least hated teacher chimed in Luz’ head. Upon, on a time, on time meansContinue reading “Up On A Time”
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Formations
The caravan took the space of about four playing fields when it stopped like this, moving from a straight orderly three family-or-other-social-unit-wide line to a snakelike formation encircling each caravan leader’s makeshift hut like a semi-formed spiderweb. A seemingly person-made plateau had been spotted at the caravan leader’s ten o’clock position and scouts had beenContinue reading “Formations”
Testament
After all copies of the Third Testament were commended to the soil to avoid references to informational purges and other unfortunate mob movements in modern history, a man not unlike myself failed to notice a shoeless nappy-locked bus stop dweller in a track suit indecisively shambling toward the center divider line on a busy streetContinue reading “Testament”
Let Down
The other day I remembered I said I’d be back, after promising you the world–you showed up when I had it almost in the palm of my hand; I blew it…and then I remembered. Sorry, Ani with an “i”. Goodbye.
The Downside
“The downside is, it’ll rip you apart. You live, connected with the beast that’ll slowly manifest as rips, tremors that’ll eventually end in your death. Everyone says they’ll do anything. Instead, let me warn you; there’s an abundance of fear in death. And you’ll be lonely in death. “You’ll perform perfectly well in public butContinue reading “The Downside”
People Don’t Talk To Each Other
I’m one of the ugly ones. Acne and scars cover my face. People are horrified when they see; I can tell. I don’t like going out during the day. So, I work at night. I see the world during the unheard ticks of the clock and one time I saw something that changed me forever.Continue reading “People Don’t Talk To Each Other”
Interrupture
There she was, in nurse’s scrubs, dancing in a dive bar located just miles from the sea, twirling, inebriated, to her friends half-decent karaoke performance, a tattoo of a sword and shield showing on her right shoulder. There was his future wife, a ripe new unadulterated fan of his, but he was nervous and hadContinue reading “Interrupture”
A description of clothing
“I’ve never been good at describing clothes but he was wearing overalls, blue-jean overalls, probably long-johns under them, I don’t know. Anyway, she was also wearing what I call a cowboy shirt, a long-sleeve button down shirt with pockets that close; pockets with a metal snap instead of buttons you put through a slit, maybeContinue reading “A description of clothing”
Post Script
He resented her slightly, Carlos could admit it, he was jealous of the friend-turned-rival-author who had stretched the premise of a group of good Samaritan citizens misunderstanding orders from a comically inept outer circle of a crime syndicate to “take care of” someone, into a bestseller, and consequent book tour, a stop on which whereContinue reading “Post Script”
Says
Max was too innocent to see, or he had been before it was too late, that he was the monster, he was the embodiment of the problem with society, or his foil was, or both his existence and the existence of the other that he necessitated formed the nexus of the issue and if thatContinue reading “Says”
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