Marcel wrapped his arms over his chest, not making any move to wipe away the tears. He shouldn’t have left. He knew it the second he closed the door to his apartment that he’d made a mistake. But it wasn’t something he could change now. Four minutes. That’s how much time he had until the
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She strokes the talisman beneath her pillow. Outside, the wind howls and thunder rumbles. “Let tonight be different,” she prays. She kisses the rosary and sets it on the nightstand, as she climbs onto the musty, overstuffed mattress. Branches fling themselves against the battered house like pick-up sticks and rain pelts the bolted windows, as she clutches the covers.
You step off the Red Line into blue sky and cherry blossoms. A city so clean it hurts your teeth. You never thought collapse could be this crisp. Never knew falling apart could taste like spring. Outside a loading dock in the Meat Packing District: a friend finishes his cig – flicks the butt out onto
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15? Yup, that’s right. It’s 15. Have a good read. (and as always, thank you for sending in those wonderful stories)
Zeinab’s mother covered her daughter’s eyes through most of Aladdin. She hated the eponym’s mystical companion, the shape-shifter with his feet curled like devil horns. “Djinns!” She would exclaim, “Ghouls of smokeless fire!” Zeinab learned to similarly fear these apparitions that slunk invisibly between worlds. She dreaded the thought of a spectral spectator who could
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch water. When they arrive there’s no water, instead a large oil gusher. They run back home and tell their mother. “Mom we’re going to need barrels.” Both cry out. “Don’t be silly and stop playing in the mud.” Said their mother. ~by Denny E. Marshall