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PAUL January 1, 2013, 5:12 a.m., Hong Kong Where the fuck am I now? I dig my palms into my eye sockets desperately trying to quell the migraine. Flashing billboards are threatening to send me into a seizure. My senses are assaulted by the bouquet of rotting food and the pre-dawn screaming in Cantonese. The ground is uneven, sticky with run-off from God-knows-where. <...
Sheba (Excerpt) “Bitsy” is what they used to call me. In first grade, I was almost the same size as the other kids. We were equals back then. Man, how things have changed. I stopped growing at ten years old. No one questioned it; it was a family trait. My mom is four foot eight and so is her sister. They told me I was lucky to reach four foot ten and I believed them. “Lucky
Travelers come to our small southern town of Humphrey from all over the world just to see the permanently frozen pond. Naturally, tourism is more rampant in the summer when the outside temperature hovers around ninety degrees. In the 1970s, geologists migrated from all over the world to study it; none ever able to find the root of the phenomenon or the age of the pond. The town was smart enough to make a ...
(Excerpt) Heather June 10, 2016 Fredericton, New Brunswick You are good enough. You can accomplish anything. The world respects your sacrifice. Once again, I think my reflection is lying to me. My mantra, I chant it every day; maybe one day I’ll believe it. For now, I cover up my insecurities with a coat of lip gloss, a spritz of hairspray, and my best practic...
(Excerpt) Kim August 27, 2009 Fredericton, New Brunswick Today is harder than most. It would have been my child’s 21st birthday. I guess it is her birthday. They never revealed her gender, never let me see her but in my heart, I always knew she was a girl. To me, she’s Cassandra. I celebrate in private with a banana cupcake. Since giving her up, I always i...
Day 453 of isolation. Thank God for Amazon, right? Well, for me, it’s always been this way. I don’t like people. Nope, that’s not it. I like the IDEA of people, but have always cowered from the anticipation of face-to-face communication. Get me on the phone and I’m stellar. Skype or Zoom, I’m a superstar. Messenger, FaceTime, email… you get it. I’m an artist – and that probably speaks volumes.
Outpost Gamma. Escape Route Number 68 December 15, 2035 Escape Route Number 67 in T minus 20 minutes. Escape route number 68 in 428 hours. “Thanks, Clysta,” I mutter to our onboard AI. She woke me out of a dream. I was back on Earth, a child laying between the rows of tomato plants, Mom’s big rubber boots on my little feet. ...
Ralph: It’s 5pm by the time we get home and we’re exhausted. I woke Noah up at 3am so we could get to the entry site by seven, but he never complained. “You want pizza for dinner tonight, buddy?” “No. I don’t think so,” he says. “Jaxon and Sam never get to eat pizza. We should have oatmeal or something,” his empathy moves me. ...
Country bumpkin, wannabe writer, vintage store owner, professional cat sitter and lover of all things end-of-the-world. The apocalypse is my jam...
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