Dreary eyes scanning the overt nature of the model’s account—the nature of her desperate, puckered lips that screamed for attention and validation—and cramped fingers swiping down my once immaculate screen. It is a shame, I think to myself as I adjust further in my leather La-Z-Boy and click my outdated mobile device off. It is…
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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…
Wind and Cake (Final Part)
The Contest: Child’s Play The rest of the kids came around 8:05. There were twenty kids including himself, ranging from ten to seventeen. All of them came and sat down on the chairs and assembled into their friend groups. (One of the groups made it a big fuss for all of them to sit down…
Wind and Cake (Part Two)
Part Two lucks and losses featuring: cold yet caring—not enough—the contest: child’s play—what’s the use of feeling blue?—and cyan frosting Cold yet Caring Peter had slipped out of Clementine’s house around five in the morning. He had walked back to his flat in dark, pensive silence. The world around him was…
Wind and Cake
A Hybrid Beads of sweat were gathering about his neck by time Peter had reached the bakery. The sun was at its biggest, brightest, and most violent at the scalding hour of noon. The sign of “Emma Sweetwater’s Bakery” had not yet dimmed to black, meaning that whatever happened to the strict closing time…
Wind and Cake
(Inspired by The Book Thief ) Has a child ever walked past you on a particularly bland day and say how much of a waste of air you are? Or perhaps you have said such a thing to another person who you believed was entitled to this label? Well, I’ve got a bit of news for…
Sammicakes 