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The interrogation room smells like gasoline. The walls are deep gray, a shade darker than my front porch. I prop one of my ankles on a knee and lean forward....
Beautiful Poison in Pastel
The interrogation room smells like gasoline. The walls are deep gray, a shade darker than my front porch. I prop one of my ankles on a knee and lean forward....
The interrogation room smells like gasoline. The walls are deep gray, a shade darker than my front porch. I prop one of my ankles on a knee and lean forward....
Beautiful Poison in Pastel
The interrogation room smells like gasoline. The walls are deep gray, a shade darker than my front porch. I prop one of my ankles on a knee and lean forward....
narrated by Gabe Hicks Folks later claimed she was acting strange from the moment she boarded the plane. They described her as skittish, curt, radiating an aura of danger. Some,...
Over Moonlit Clouds
narrated by Gabe Hicks Folks later claimed she was acting strange from the moment she boarded the plane. They described her as skittish, curt, radiating an aura of danger. Some,...
The LED clock beneath the dashboard glows 11:00pm. My heart pumps Four-Hour Surge through hellfire veins to combat the car’s lulling vibrations. My fists grip the steering wheel. Instead of...
Your Rover is Here
The LED clock beneath the dashboard glows 11:00pm. My heart pumps Four-Hour Surge through hellfire veins to combat the car’s lulling vibrations. My fists grip the steering wheel. Instead of...
What I saw last night, reflected back from the depths, was not my face. Not the one I see in the grime of The Medusa’s portholes, nor in the glint...
The Wreck of the Medusa
What I saw last night, reflected back from the depths, was not my face. Not the one I see in the grime of The Medusa’s portholes, nor in the glint...
When I was a little girl, Mum would wrap potatoes in aluminum foil, then put them deep into the blazing hearth between the coals and grandma’s bones. Mum would hold...
Daughter, Mother, Charcoal
When I was a little girl, Mum would wrap potatoes in aluminum foil, then put them deep into the blazing hearth between the coals and grandma’s bones. Mum would hold...
“I need you to walk the deep down,” Auntie Creo said, right before she cut off her left index finger and hung it around Rendezvous’ neck. “Take this with you....
Walking the Deep Down
“I need you to walk the deep down,” Auntie Creo said, right before she cut off her left index finger and hung it around Rendezvous’ neck. “Take this with you....