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Yes, she must die. I know how hard it is to kill her, but the spell won’t work without it, for every story ends in death.
Let Her Collect Stamps
Yes, she must die. I know how hard it is to kill her, but the spell won’t work without it, for every story ends in death.
Rham grappled with the headless corpse of the MojitoWaiter in the shadow of a leaning car garage. The artificial had already drawn blood: a flap of skin hung from Rham's...
Ceasing to Be
Rham grappled with the headless corpse of the MojitoWaiter in the shadow of a leaning car garage. The artificial had already drawn blood: a flap of skin hung from Rham's...
What happens when a planet falls from the sky? That’s the question Damon (Earth-X) and Marissa (Earth-Y) were tasked with answering, but they were busy eye-fucking each other. Then they...
What Happens When a Planet Falls From the Sky?
What happens when a planet falls from the sky? That’s the question Damon (Earth-X) and Marissa (Earth-Y) were tasked with answering, but they were busy eye-fucking each other. Then they...
Pay attention. I’m going to share a story. I heard it first, and you will hear it second. Here in this telling, you get to make some of the choices....
And She Had Been So Reasonable
Pay attention. I’m going to share a story. I heard it first, and you will hear it second. Here in this telling, you get to make some of the choices....
We had been driving for more than ten hours when the dog vomited a thin stream of yellow gruel down my wife’s shoulder. Nancy made the sound a branch makes...
Halogen Sky
We had been driving for more than ten hours when the dog vomited a thin stream of yellow gruel down my wife’s shoulder. Nancy made the sound a branch makes...
I’m not expecting it when my mother eats the bus driver. My surprise comes mostly because I thought I’d gotten her under control. The bus ride—two AM on a Tuesday,...
What Good Daughters Do
I’m not expecting it when my mother eats the bus driver. My surprise comes mostly because I thought I’d gotten her under control. The bus ride—two AM on a Tuesday,...
Beautiful At least not like you used to be, your scruffy hair, deep blue eyes. I see you looking in the mirror, the black and brown fur beginning to push...
The Eight Things You'll Never Be Now That You're Slowly Turning Into a Giant ...
Beautiful At least not like you used to be, your scruffy hair, deep blue eyes. I see you looking in the mirror, the black and brown fur beginning to push...