Temporary_The Great Essential_The Cabin in Winter_A Love Song for Dolores
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Temporary
Elliott and Roxanne used to steal napkins from fast food restaurants when they were sixteen. Roxanne would stuff them in her bra and examine her unsmiling figure in the mirror. Elliott would jot down lyrics to a forgotten song with a ballpoint pen. They would also draw, but only figures that existed in their imagination. Weeping lotus flowers and splitting guitars. Roxanne wanted a tattoo but Eliottt knew she’d never get one. He knew the shapes of life and Roxanne with her suspiciously large breasts didn’t. Together they ate chicken strips and French fries. Roxanne thought about her weight an...
The Great Essential
When the world ended, there was no big bang. Just a virus, a vaccine, and one scream at a time. My name is Daphne Green. Six months ago I was a nurse at an assisted living facility. My life's work was taking care of those in need and now I was one of those. When a deadly virus began to claim lives, people reacted in mass hysteria. Hoarding items they deemed preventives. Lysol, hand sanitizer, facial coverings, even toilet paper. I wasn't sure why the latter was involved, but what did I know? I didn't have time to panic.When the businesses shut their doors to discourage social interacti...
The Cabin in Winter
The paved road that lead to the turn-off for the Remington cabin had been salted and plowed. I had stopped in town and carried several cardboard cartons filledwww.onedoor.cc with food and supplies in the back of my 4-Runner, but there was plenty of daylight left to see the landmarks Irene had given me, and I easily spotted the sign with the name “Remington” and an arrow pointing into the dense forest. About six inches of hard-packed, powdery snow covered the service road leading up to the cabin, which showed but a few sets of tire tracks. And there it was, the remote winter cabin that would be my home f...
A Love Song for Dolores
TW: murder, gore, threats of sexual violence Well, I suppose I didn’t have to kill him. And I guess I didn’t have to kill him in such a gruesome way, but what’s a girl like me to do? I had to stop this. This daydreaming about hungry pigs and screams not heard. I had to get on with the mechanics of cleaning up the kill site. I herded the pigs back outside, burned the clothes I was wearing, burned the clothes he was wearing, and cleaned up the blood from the floor, though it wasn’t much. The pigs licked most of it up. They are so cute when they eat!My fingerprints were everywhere, as expected. I...