Jac’n had lugged his lightweight from door to door, knocking and hollering, kneeling and begging. There had to be one person in this barren, good-for-almost-nothing kind of town that would want him before he offed himself. Right? The door had been shut on him ten times—six women and four men—and now he had only two…
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The Town: Part 4
To her feet ran millions of gold threads from her tiny head, flush against pallid, chalky skin. Like anyone in the town, she had two eyes: one eye a solid green; the other a dense brown. It was the charm and utter magnitude of her naked feelings that made her such an extraordinary spectacle; the…
The Town: Part 3
“I don’t know, Jac’n… she… she smells like the forest.” “She looks like a horse gal.” “Oh, yeah. She loves ‘em.” “So when’s this wedding happening again?” “Spring.” “Hmph… I still can’t believe you married a girl.” “Is that right?” “I don’t mean it to be sideways, Zackhy, but I… I find it real unfair…
The Town: Part 2
The two had married fifteen minutes after they had met each other. Not physically of course—for only a true fool would commit such a lustful crime. But rather in each of their minds they had formed a simple thought, one devoid of gowns and cakes and people and midnight: to marry until the sun stopped…
The Town with Three Buildings
I think I had lived in a time of despair and chaos. There were six doors total I remembered, half of them to enter and the others to exit in a scuttle. At least, I suppose that’s how I did it. Ten guards, fifteen total people. I had no friends growing up. I learned to…
Chapter Five – Bittersweet Dreams
Brutus smirked. Brutus, her nineteen-year-old brother, was extremely dense; his thick legs and arms were like tree trunks, and he had a very full face. His eyes were completely black, and his teeth were a light yellow. His thick, low-cut hair was dirty blond. What a fitting name. “Hey, little sister. Where you…
A Confusing (and utterly quick) Trip to Edgar’s
The sixty pound trout Ismus was dragging along the unpaved footway scraped the eye of the fish clean off before she had even reached Edgar’s. Three hours of sprinting, jogging, then the inevitable sluggish walking had drained Ismus of any energy she had gained during her time with Lin. Serabi’s moonless night sky feigned an…
The Promise Land (Part 2)
“Lin, where are you going?” Ismus shouted while pursuing her running friend. Linnasoeta threw off her shirt and much too tiny skirt in the Creek Forests. She stripped off her socks and ripped her hair out of the bun, running free with just her undergarments. Without bothering to fold up her clothes, she abandoned them…
Chapter Three: The Promise Land
Everything around her swirled, hypnotically. Ismus felt her mind soar, visions of dragons and confetti streaming throughout her brain. Lion heads sang and danced. Acorns with beards smiled and laughed. Babies chuckled and soiled their diapers. Things went black, then in color. Kaleidoscope views and phantasmagorias made Ismus think she had passed out on a…
Sammicakes 