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This is a speculative fiction piece regarding the recent mass shooting at an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas. Out of respect for all involved, names have either been ommited, switched or changed. This material is sensitive and may be triggering to some readers. Discretion is recommended. www.lessquestionablenewssource.com...
What is a “miracle? A quick “googling” of the words “miracle definition” on your mobile device’s web browser might elicit the following: 1- a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency. "the miracle of rising from the grave" Similar:
You didn’t expect the return of a lost love. Not on an ordinary day like this one. The day starts off for you like any other. You open your heavy, burning eyes, trundle out of bed, shower and have your morning coffee without much fanfare. You don your clothes like battle armor, utter a tired goodbye to your adoring spouse, and you rush out into the world wondering, as always, if the rat race is worth winning. On the surface, your life seems ordinary. Your job is nothing to write home about. Yo...
Matilda and I stand together in silence, watching the sunrise in our favorite park, and the only thing I can think is “fuck this.”The day starts with the usual routine. Get up at 4am. Drink free-trade coffee. Eat a quick breakfast. Take a bleary-eyed perusal of emails and texts on my Obama-issued flip phone.. Then I flop onto my ancient, sweat stained couch and wait, a knot forming in my stomach. I’m expecting a call from a ...
“Are you there? God! It’s me!”These weren’t things I’d normally say, especially at three in the goddamn morning. Yet here I was, at that exact time on a summer Friday in the year 2000, standing just outside the beat-up, red metal door to my great grandmother’s midtown apartment. I was an easily irritated twenty year old, and I’d already had words with her asshole superintendent. Why, of all people, did she reach out to me? Did she know the humidity was keeping me awake tonight while I peeled myself off my couch for glass...
“Don’t go there,” I told my sister, shaking my head. “Don’t take us.”The driver (aka- my sister, Kia) met my plea with a steely silence. I tried again. “They don’t want me there anyway. I’m bad news, right?” I shook my head. “We should turn around.”Kia, eyes forward, both hands on her steering wheel, sighed. “You’re still moving forward, sis.”“I can’t slam on the breaks or make a U-turn on the damn highway, now can I?” <...
“You are what is known as a “late bloomer, son”At least, this is what your father tells you when you ask why the other fourth graders mistake you for a girl. It doesn’t help that you’re pale, your hair is past shoulder length, and you’ve got no “bad boy moustache” yet like some of the other boys. Your pecs are also large, but underdeveloped, so you have what the other boys call “bitch tits.”Of course, you’re also a sensitive soul honing an artistic talent for drawing! And you’re a romantic! How sweet! Y...
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