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October 25th I thought the add had been a typo, but it turns out it was real. 5000$ for a three-story mansion? I had two separate inspectors go over it and they said that other than a bit of peeling paint, the place was in great shape. The realtor told me that it was because the previous owners, who are now deceased, had set the price at 5k, when 5k was worth so much more than it is now. A...
Warning: Graphic imagery and language. The park bench is painted with frost and I curse Dr. Fillmore under my foggy breath for dragging me out here this early. I look up and let my eyes rummage through the multiplicity of stars, the morning light only just beginning to peak out in the faintest hue over the horizon. A hand on my shoulder pulls me out of my whimsy and I turn to see Dr. Fillmore. “God, you scared me. Why don’t you have a coat on? It’s freezing-” “Come with me, now...
“Good afternoon sir, how may we help you today?” the clerk asks. “Pick up for Ash Deliveries,” I say quietly. “Certainly. Before we get your order, would you be interested in our-” the clerk's words are reduced to muffles as my ad blocker detects the intentions behind them. I keep my eyes down at the jewel case in front of me, my blinders filtering their gleam and shine to a gray lameness, their temptatio...
The sky burned with orange and red streaks. From her window seat the pine trees poked the sky with their shadowy points, surrounding the old road with a greater darkness. The lights in the bus come on and she takes off her jacket and pulls at her tight jeans, her skin itchy from the hot dry air. She’s ol’ the driver had said when she asked him to turn down the heat. She counted five passengers w...
Warning: Violence and mentions of torture, languageOctober 27th, 2079I've got a plan now and all the pieces are in place. I’ve cleaned my office and organized my desk. The letters are addressed and ready to be sent out. God knows it’ll be a while until I can see my family again. When I started this journey, I wanted to make sure the world understood that anyone can be a hero, and anyone can be a villain. In the end, we’re still all just people. I don’t know wh...
It’s 7:00pm. The sound of high heels clicking through the hall keeps time with each excited pump of blood in my veins. A young voice seeps through the old walls, a new realtor, desperate for the first sale. “You’ll really like this one, it’s very spacious and very low priced!” My claws dig into the carpet and anchor me down as a shadow at the center of the empty room. I am ready. The key slides the ...
Emmanuel remembered the first time she had ridden the train. Her nose pressed right up to the glass and a small smudge of fog would expand and contract with each excited breath. She held up Monsieur Toutou, her teddy bear, so that he too could see the rolling green hills and farmlands of the French countryside. Look for sheep Monsieur Toutou! But don’t count them unless you want to fall asleep! Emmanuel’s mother...
A knock at the door. “Good morning!” Joseph says, in that way that he does, warm as the sunshine on a cool spring morning. “You’re late,” I smirk the largest smirk that I can. He gives me that pouty smile back and puts his fists on his hips. “Now Gerald, you know I’m the only one here who can get your tea exactly as you like it,” Joseph replies. He brings my tea in my mother’s fine china cup, with a littl...
Suneer’s eyes opened at 5am as they did everyday, his internal clock tuned to the schedule he’s followed for nearly 27 years. With long slow blinks he pulled himself from the lull of dreaming and wriggled his way up to a seating position, pausing every few seconds to wait for the ache in his joints to subside. He spends the next minute coughing a dry painful cough, the unmistakable hacking of a smoker’s lungs. It had be...
Content Warning: References of death and substance abuse, swearing.I’ve never been in a courtroom before. It doesn’t look like the ones in those movies or shows. Just regular old office lights, the long tube ones. The room is kind of bland, no windows or anything. It’s just like a room where you have meetings and stuff. Other than that, it’s kind of empty. The only thing that looks like the movies is where the judge sits. I wonder if he’ll have that black gown-thing on and one of those ...
35 year old vagabond, musician, aspiring writer, daydreamer. Coffee addict. Negronis on Fridays. Into sci-fi, horror, fantastical fiction, and drama.
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