My mother so loves to tell me I have a flare for the dramatic. Heaven help me when she hears about this. In my defense, I didn’t plan to land myself in the middle of an underworld turf war. Nevertheless, here I am, hands splayed, trying to stop two demons from throwing hands. Well, they’dContinue reading “Another Place I Wish I Wasn’t”
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There was something not quite right about the window, looking back on the events of that day.
The light crossing her face is soft orange and unsteady.
My Own Couch
“Harlow, your apartment looks like shit.” Lynn strides past me and hopping over my pile of dirty laundry. “Had I known I was going to have a guest at four in the morning, I would’ve tidied up a bit.” I bolt the door as she settles down on the sofa, clearly not planning to leaveContinue reading “My Own Couch”
Days Gone By
The city seems to have risen long before her, with cars honking and people shouting already. Groaning, Penn rolls over, refusing to confront the reality of her life just yet. It’s been almost three years since the day she wasn’t supposed to wake up, two and half since she got her new life put together,Continue reading “Days Gone By”
“It was a time of peace, a time of justice,” His tone is full of bravado, so much so that giggles streak past my lips before I can help it. He ignores my transgression, though, barreling through. “Some would even call it an age of good, though for others, it was simply an age ofContinue reading “Laughter”
“Is anyone there?” Kaya’s voice cracks Freya’s all-consuming focus on the enormous canine under her palms and her measuring tape. She shouts back distractedly and carries on with her work. The big hell-hound huffs at Freya, his eyes exasperated as she measures him for a new harness. “Oh hush, Muffler, your old one is rubbingContinue reading “Underestimations”
“What do you mean you haven’t told your parents?” “They don’t need to know about the tattoos.” “Inca, yes they do. They could help you. Replica tattoos aren’t just uncommon, they’re supposed to be impossible.” My best friend’s face is somehow scrunched and stretched wide all at once, thoughts racing through their eyes as IContinue reading “Inked”
“What exactly are you doing up there, Thomas?” Shayna’s neighbor calls from across the street. She can hear Thomas start cursing in response, as well as a sort of skidding noise. Rolling off the bed, Shayna peers through the window to find her childhood best friend perched on her step-mother’s brand new gutters. In hisContinue reading “The Pen”