Short Stories


I lie in bed, my eyelids pressed tightly together, the drawn out thump pushing in through the half open doorway. A heartbeat in my ears- blood in, blood out- like a finger striking the wooden coffee table at midnight, knocking a coded message, tapping out bullet points of decisions I’d rather not face. There were lazy summer mornings when the sun spilled through the glass windows, heating them warm to the touch. He’d tilt his head up...

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I am being drawn, down the smooth cobblestone streets, the moon dangling in the sky like an oversized ornament. In the pockets of my overcoat my hands clench, and I breathe out visible wispy clouds. A metallic sound clangs nearby and I throw myself against the wall of the alley in the shadows, holding my breath, scanning. From the next street down, a raccoon turns and watches me with greedy eyes, its paws clutching something from the...

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