Category: Short Story
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Homecoming
Mona reflected on how different her house looked in the dark. The familiar presence of her mom’s hutch and their dusty ceiling fan were transformed into a giant, a bird of prey, all by the absence of light. Maybe also a guilty conscience. The geometric kitchen vinyl crackled under her feet, even though she tried…
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Sticky Memories
In the very back of my mind, there is the smallest bit of memory, dusty like a photograph found in a packed away attic box. If it were a photograph, it would be a beautifully deceiving scene of a perfect family. If I squeeze my eyes closed tight, I can see us all. Just a little…
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My Mother’s Ghost
As my dangling keys clank against one another, they sound like rusty chains. My fumbling hands miss the door lock again, and it feels like a much more devastating failure than it appears. Eventually, I jam it in with enough force I think I could have just pushed the door down instead. This is the same…
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Forget Me Not
There is nothing more freeing than driving at night with the music loud and the windows down. That’s what Elliot thought as she drove the roads home. The cool breeze danced across her face and head, causing hair to fall from the loose ponytail she had assembled earlier that night. She felt happy for the…
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Mouadh
Eion had been a young lad when he decided to catch himself a merrow-wife, down near the sea. At dawn, he stood, ankle-deep in the tide, with a fishnet in hand—and cast it three times out. “It shall be like my father said,” Eion thought to himself, “I shall catch myself a wife and relieve her…
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In
They had always met on the docks near sunset. Adalaide had come to dread this tradition of theirs, not the meeting part, but the build-up. The planning ahead, telling her husband she was going out. He would respond with ‘where?’, to which she would have to lie and say with a friend. It wasn’t a…
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Evasive Actions of the Mind
“Son,” The Venator loudly called out through flooded timber. “Quiet yourself! For they are fast approaching.” Almost immediately, the Tyro — only about 12 or so years old — focused his eyes on the meadow passage that bordered the swampy portion in which they sat. He could not help but imagine a great many beasts…
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The Cytosapien Project
The Cytosapien Project //Galactic Interdimensional Protection Agency Mainframe// //USER DETECTED//RESTRICTED ACCESS ATTEMPT//KILLCODE IS ACTIVE// //PLEASE PROVIDE AUTHENTICATION INFORMATION// USERNAME: [JackSon5] PASSWORD: [* * * * * * * *]Thriller5 //ACCESS GRANTED// Personal Journal Entry 112 In district KIX, the M.H. class planet Polombus held a secret within its massive and prosperous city of Slivercove. Polombus was a reasonably large planet for…
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The Intruder
Fueled by an unusual feeling of trepidation in the air, Henry hastily struggled out of bed to turn on the lamp, sitting just a few feet away. The illumination it provided was unusually and inexplicably short-lived as the light immediately flickered away. He quickly tried again only to witness an identical result. ‘Strange,’ He thought. The…
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Transformation of a Troglophile
There is no change here. It’s been so long since you knew the warm feeling of the sun; the sensation of it has drained, taken away by the dampness that seeps into your bones here, so deep it can never leave. You don’t feel the cold brush of snow against your cheek anymore; there is…
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