Category: Short Stories
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Life, Death, and How They Came to Be
When Life was just a child, she tugged on Death’s sleeve and asked, “Brother, why is the sky so dim?”
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The Days of the Week If They Were People
Monday walks into work, half awake and filled with Adderall. Despite his ragged attire, his over-washed, once navy now sky blue button-up, and his breath that reeks of cheap coffee, his overall appearance is passable. He’s not much of a crowd favorite and most tend to avoid him if they can. Everyone except the small…
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Writer’s Block
“I can’t write.” Her soft hand landed on my shoulder, the tendrils of comfort drifting from the warmth of her palm glided over my skin in vain. I was cold. “Try,” came her whisper. “You make it sound so easy.” I clutched my pen with pleading fingers, willing my whitened knuckles to tighten their hold— as…
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