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Phelia hums as she plugs the tub. It’s the first time she’s alone in the house. She pours epsom salt in the bath and runs the water. Phelia hears the whispering as she lights the candles. It comes from the tub. She turns; it’s the trickling water. The way it burbles sounds like murmuring. If …
I hated my mom as a kid. Of course Dad went from happy to brooding; she lectured him all the time about eating candy. We were allowed some. Why wasn’t he? She’d scream and shame him anytime she suspected he’d had candy. At eight, I’d had enough. I gave my dad my jack-o’-lantern of Halloween …
The woman petted the newly adopted cat as her husband drove. “To lose both owners…” Powder had been distraught over losing Mira. It understood its ailing owner had to do with the dust the husband sprinkled in her food. “I dunno, Dora. They say the cat killed him.” Sure, Powder intended the man to trip …
Eileen stared at sleeping Trent as the sun rose. This face once made her shudder. And now? The sun’s tangerine rays spread over his large ear, slid down his craggy cheek, moving over his heavy brow ridge into his deep cavernous eye sockets, revealing his only nice feature: his dark eyelashes. Her fingers traced …
As the rain pours, Winifred clings to her dead children. Delirium morphs her neighbors’ wails into her own skin pustules’ screams for God’s mercy. This is no plague; it’s hell. Lightning reveals a beautiful lady in silk standing over her. “My angel?” croaks Winifred. Jenny kneels. She strokes the dying woman’s cheek …
The beautiful woman in her thirties smiles as her handsome family holds hands at the dining table: her husband, her father, her daughter, her son, her mother, back to her. Her mother squeezes her hand: “May we… always be a family,” she says, voice faltering. The woman nods, tears in her eyes. She takes them …
Alien leaders at The Intergalactic Federation of Intelligent Life hissed and clicked and warbled and radiated amongst themselves, debating: Should humanity continue to live or be “dismissed”? Usually voting was easy: creatures were a threat or not. But with humans’, goodness and badness split them right down the middle—just like the alien votes. It was the …
As her boyfriend’s car barreled and swerved up the golden mountain, Lily glared out her passenger window. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked. It seemed as though they were driving on clouds. The altitude pressure squeezed her inner ears. This shouldn’t be happening, repeated over and over in her head as she tried to …
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What crooks Edgar and Silo lacked in brains, (they believed) they made up for in resolve. But instead of planning out crimes, they planned on manifesting one from the universe. We’ll get what we deserve, they’d chant incessantly. When billionaire Pierpont literally fell in their laps on the A-train, of course they kidnapped …
Twine cries as she lights her hand-made rocket. I don’t like you that way. She hears Starke’s words again and again as if they just happened. The tears pour as Twine runs for cover. She tried everything to kill her love for him. Eventually she realized her love for him was forever. It would outlast her own …