Them By Meg Pokrass
You would hate it if you knew how many times I apply lipstick now that you’re gone. I’m putting it on, like, every five minutes to get through the next fifteen, though I know they use fish scales to make it
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You would hate it if you knew how many times I apply lipstick now that you’re gone. I’m putting it on, like, every five minutes to get through the next fifteen, though I know they use fish scales to make it
Continue readingLong-suffering Gwendolyn O’Malley felt mid-sentence, the tiredness that comes with uttering pointless words.
Continue readingHe listened to the sound of rain on the roof. It sounded to him like crackling, and he imagined a raging fire above his head. He couldn’t catch fire himself because he was soaked in perspiration. He’d run until he was out of breath and ended up where he thought they wouldn’t be looking for him
Continue readingUseful. Keeping busy. Reading the trails, bringing home food.
Warm day, scurrying along, pavement warm, sun bright, right overhead.
“Hey guys, watch this.”
“God, he looks so big through that thing.”
Continue readingWerewolves never existed. Humans created them from lore used to explain their loss of livestock at night. Humans rejected the notation that mere feral wolves could so quietly and so effectively take down and devour whole cattle in the dead of night without being detected
Continue readingI sat up gasping for air; my throat felt tight again. I glanced at the clock; although I already knew It was 3:30 am. The same time I have been waking up for the past week!
Continue readingI pick up today’s paper. There’s a ring of light—bright and blurry—against a black backdrop. Headlines call it the first ever photo of a black hole.
Continue readinghere are ghosts on the Underground.You don’t notice them because they look just like you, or a ticket inspector. They clutch their lost life as
Continue readingA Narrow Bridge by Avital Gad-Cykman I’ve sang this ancient song in moments my mouth started singing on its own,
Continue readingI stood in the paddling pool. It was the first week of the summer holidays and mum was throwing the party she told dad she wouldn?t. My mum was everywhere, handing out drinks, but my dad was in a gap in the curtains, watching.
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