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Tacos De Venado
I was born in Mexico, my father was a goat farmer, and my mother used to weave baskets so that we could have at least two meals per day. We…
Read NowMore-Than-Historical Monument
Somewhere in Brooklyn, New York exists a narrow old-style 12-story building. It looks as though it was built sometime in the late 1800's or early 1900's, however the only documentation…
Read NowThe Man Who Lives Above You
The man who lives above you is the quiet type. How lucky you are to live in an apartment underneath someone so courteous! It seems he never drops anything, seeing…
Read NowPhotoslash
Sean’s house was covered from head to toe in family photographs. Some from family retreats to Ireland, others showing lost family relatives. Most of these photographs would include Sean in…
Read NowThe Bread Box
Down around fourteenth and ninth, there's an alley between a parkade and a small office building. Unlike many downtown alleys, this one is clear of parking and transients. In fact,…
Read NowNice To Meet You
Hello. Its nice to finally meet you. Finally? Oh, its uhh.. I'm just overjoyed to have someone to talk to. Oh, I cannot express how happy I am to have…
Read NowLa Muerta Blanca
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed. Today a friend of mine told me a story. His…
Read NowFor The Few
I'm the easiest to talk to because I go by so many different names. Every person in every country has heard of me, and spoken of me when things are…
Read NowThe Lilies Are Bleeding
My lilies are my most prized possession. Hand picked. I will only take the most supremely beautiful specimens. They must be white as an angel’s wings, and so soft and…
Read NowThe Stalker
Leslie sat on the barstool, sipping a margarita. She’d hit a run of bad luck in the past few months. First her boyfriend Ricky left her, then she lost her…
Read NowThe Closest Enemy
Some murderers see their work as an art form. If their piece is a success, they will continue on with their life, outside of jail. However, with the limited capability…
Read NowPerfectown
I was exhausted. I had just gotten home from another day of forced monotony that we call a job. I wanted nothing more than to kick back with a cold…
Read NowCall Me Tomorrow, Okay?
Still no messages on my phone. I guess he wasn't going to call me back after all. I can't really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast…
Read NowHeat Stroke
You're just sitting there, trying to fan yourself off from the heat as you wait for you mother to come back from inside the shop. By chance, perhaps, you glance…
Read NowAnother Mirror Story
While brushing your teeth in the evening, you catch a glimpse of your wall mirror, covered in fingerprints. Annoyed, you grab a towel and rub at them. They remain. Upon…
Read NowThe Scarecrow
As Jake trudged through the cornfield, he recalled the argument he'd had that morning with his Pa. "But they've only been up a month-- they don't need changin'!", he had…
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