That’s How She Dances

The group of white coats stood outside the window, looking in. The body inside lay motionless on the floor, eyes closed. “Is she…” “Alive? Yes.” The doctor pointed to the lit panel just to the right of the pane of glass. “Her vitals are fine. She has been in the simulation for…” a brief look... Continue Reading →


The Edge

Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself till I sat beside her. My legs dangled beside hers, and impulsively, my hands gripped the metal underneath us. I could feel my whole body shaking, but whether it was from the wet wind or the darkness around us, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. Under my breath, I cursed... Continue Reading →

Good Picture

“Hey. Whatchu doing back here?” The familiar, gruff voice called to Theo. “Came to see that factory again,” Theo called back, jogging to where the rough man sat. “I got some nice shots there before.” Theo squinted down the road, swinging his bag to his feet before unzipping it. “Huh. Okay.” The rumpled man shifted... Continue Reading →

A Butterfly Tattoo

It all started with a butterfly tattoo. And I guess that started at O’Malley’s. And that started with Jack, this guy I met on the hospital shuttle. He was dying. Had been his whole life. Just like me, I suppose. Only—he felt it more that day. I was meant to go to Ward 6, the... Continue Reading →

The Sisters Ivanov

I was twelve when the sisters came to town: the sisters Ivanov. They had straight black hair that reached to their waist and pale blue eyes. They were witches. At least, that’s what Mrs. Templeton said. Constance Templeton was head of the church’s Welcoming Committee, but Annushka and Lana Ivanov were not welcomed. The traditional... Continue Reading →

Love and Sunflowers

“What can I get for you?” “What do you have that will shut a jealous boyfriend up?” The barista turned for a moment to look at the menu before deciding, “Well, just about anything, if you dump it on the right place.” “Then I’ll take whatever your most expensive drink is in a venti, large,... Continue Reading →

Warmer than the Locals

“High tide’s in six minutes.” Matilda anxiously ticked her yellowed fingernails on the countertop. “Mmhm.” Sarah brushed waded napkins onto her tray, wiped cold tea off abandoned tables, laid out fresh utensils, and finally pocketed the gold and silver coins scattered across the table. “Here they come!” Matilda yelled back to the kitchen, bustling about... Continue Reading →

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