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The Battle of Lake Chautauqua
The Battle of Lake Chautauqua “General Alarm. General Alarm. Zkreen address in five minutes. Repeat. General Alarm.” The nine adults in Shelter 17 did what they had to do to wake up and pay attention; pinching themselves, pouring night table water over themselves. The trailing sleepy heads were treated to Phil shouting “Drop yer cocks and grab yer socks.” Phil was a nonagenarian Korean War veteran, according to him one of the original Eight Jewish Korean Veterans who founded E. J. Korvettes. The main Zkreen came alive with Alex Neville’s concrete face. “This is your Mayor speaking. Yesterday...
'Charted' Territory
Trigger warning: SuicidePink sunlight flooded the room, caressing every surface with its light, rosy fingertips.Zaneerah stared out of the open window, hands fidgeting with the dull sand-colored quilt on her bed.Behind her sat her mom, who held a wooden comb and a piece of Zaneerah’s hair.The brush connected with Zaneerah’s hair in soft strokes, brushing each piece with such delicacy-.Zaneerah cried out as the hairbrush discovered a tangle in her silky smooth hair.“Sorry, Zan,” her mother said, her eyebrows furrowed and her full, red lips pursed.Blinking away the tears that sprouted in the cor...
A WIFE'S LITTLE SECRET
Word count: 1,105 wordsA WIFE’S LITTLE SECRETMary toasted the English muffins and poached the eggs for breakfast for herself and her husband. The Toaster Oven was a little glitchy - she had to set the temperature for higher than she normally would have. But she salted the water set to boil for the eggs as usual, and settled down with the morning newspaper that had just been delivered.The thing was, she knew Ben was guilty. He’d cheated on their income taxes, claiming far less income than they’d actually had that year. She was a teacwww.onedoor.ccher, at a job she loved in the local elementary school; he wor...
The Toad and The Princess
The haze of sunrise barely broke through the dark shadow surrounding Mari’s high school. Like ants to a nest, students trudged through the cold fog of an autumn dawn. Mari Ho trudged just a little slower than the rest. She knew once the fluorescent lights of the building hit her face, she’d have to hide it all. She’d have to hide the redness on her cheeks and around her eyes from crying on the drive to school. She’d have to hide the bags under her eyes from not getting enough sleep. She’d have to hide her anger at her parents—at her world. That particular morning had been rough. After a long ...