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(TW: Fire, death)Inhale and wait for the burn. That’s how most of us live our lives in Surco Creek: Raymond on the porch replacing his oxygen tank with Cuban cigars and Marlboro cigarettes, Nessa in her third consecutive shift at the bar filling her lungs with hot, drunk slurs, and I here racing blindly, stupidly, into a field of flames. The intensity of my dreams is painfully erratic, but their content has always remained relatively the same: fresh air, fire, nothing, fresh air, fire, nothing. Tonig...
The bees were gone. The last of their fuzzy bodies and lace wings would be encased in glass and hung in museums as morbidly sardonic reminders. They would be pretty things of the past—distant memories of a world with a now foreseeable death date. But for now, they were trapped in a different sort of glass as their extinction was broadcasted to every screen and channel. The bees were gone, and the world was holding its breath.Clarice Hood sat numbly in her living room. She watched images of the insects cycle through as if the news a...
Ebony Winters watched fat, fluttery snowflakes mix and swirl and float down to earth. The world in and out was a blank, white static, and Ebony almost blended right in. She pressed her nose against the glass, felt the rawness of the cold and the bitterness of the silence as the snow stifled all sound. She made out the dip of a lake’s edge: a massive expanse of water now sheeted with ice. Her dark hair splayed limply and...
Grace “We write of eternal things.” *Hi! Please feel free to leave me any comments on any story; I appreciate the feedback!! ☺
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