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The Dumfries
“Don’t let them have anything to eat,” Mrs Dumfries said, rummaging through her handbag that weighed down her shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to give a reassuring smile.…
Read NowJolene Jolene Jolene Jolene
Jolene is dead. She was the greatest thing in my life. And I loved her. — I went through quite a lonely spell as a younger child. It is possible…
Read NowNew Growth
"It's nice," said Phil, "I still can't believe you own a house." "Me neither, bro," said Howard, "I mean, not at all." The two were standing in the mostly undecorated…
Read NowBrimming Vessels
Part 1- Everything in its Right Place “There are two colours in my head There are two colours in my head What was that you were trying to say? What…
Read NowThe House on the Koppi
When my sister was about 15 she lived with our mother, in the North West Province of South Africa. It's bush-veld area, which means lots of thorn trees, long yellow…
Read NowMr. Wiggles
My mother had gotten it for me at a neighborhood garage sale. The family had just lost their son, about my age too, nine or ten and they were trying…
Read NowBeside Mind
Greek: παράνοια (paranoia), "madness", παρά (para), “beside”, νόος (noos), “mind" For the sake of protecting my identity, as if it matters at this stage, I’ll tell you my name is…
Read NowHelp Needed
As I am typing this, I am trying to be as calm as possible. As calm, as possible. I am hoping to God it cannot read what I am writing.…
Read NowCrying Numbers
The first week. It’s all in the numbers. That’s how you understand anything of real value in this world. At this point, we don’t need the baby monitor anymore. But…
Read NowMen Imitating Things
You live on your own, and you tell yourself this is by choice, but really part of the reason is you were never that great with people. Which is also…
Read NowProjections
Part I I’m driving maybe a bit too fast and smoking probably a few too many cigarettes. I love this… this part of the tale. The story can go anywhere…
Read NowCold Shoulder
My grandmother has looked after me completely since I was about four; my mum couldn't cope after my dad died and handed me over to her mother. I see my…
Read NowNoctem Aeternam
In the small town of Oakridge, Oregon, there is usually very little going on. Being a small community, however, when something does happen everyone knows and is there to help.…
Read NowMy Dog Won’t Stop Staring
My dog won’t stop staring at me. Sounds like a trivial problem, I know- just ignore her, or block her view, or shift location. But after weeks and weeks on…
Read NowThe Underpass
Leo had mixed feelings about moving to the other side of the motorway. On the one hand, the new house was closer to where his friends lived; at least, closer…
Read NowNight Shift
I'm woken up by the sound of my phone going off, I open my eyes to see my cheap apartment covered in the dim light of early day. Sighing, I…
Read NowNight-Time Curiosity
Groggily, I check the clock beside my bed and grimace. It’s 00:21 already, which means only a maximum of six and a half hours sleep for me now. Great. I…
Read NowLaboratory
The building was bland, and had an unwelcoming feel to it. Though I suppose making a laboratory pretty on the outside wasn’t the prime concern of whoever had built it.…
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