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Muse
Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see a still, blond head and a still, wide nose. I see small, still teeth and a still, open mouth....


The Worst Day of Zoe's Life
Zoe was not in the mood for a party. In fact, she didn’t really want to be farther than three feet from her bed at all. So when Dominic...


Interview
Noah: So why are we here? Me: To understand what it means to be human. Duh. So you just got into a car accident with your 12-year-old...


Affair
Why the hell was I here? I thought, shrinking back into the corner of the room beside the crackers and cheese plate. I shoved a couple in...


Monsters
Evan sat on the bed, smoothing down the maroon duvet and fiddling with the little silver knife in his hand. The handle of it was an...


Scarred
I had never been much of a shower person. I’d always preferred the still, warm water of the bathtub and the mounds of fluffy bubbles that...


Janus
Summer starts with red lips. A pretty girl in an ugly place with lipstick the colour of sunset. Her flesh is bound tightly in cheap cloth...


Blurry Faith
Reykr stared at the man with the bald patch in the middle of his head, a perfect round circle like a halo amidst the fluffy brown hair....


This is for You Know Who
My heart is pounding. My palms are sweating. I hope she doesn’t feel the wetness against her cool skin. My eyesight is compromised. I...


I Don't Miss Her
I sit on the bench with my head between my legs, staring at the steady streams of rainwater being herded down into the sewer. I think it...
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