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Rade's Dare
Rade's last few stories were based on real-life situations. Well, almost real. Stories are born in the cross-section of imagination and facts. The percentage of each element affects the perception of these stories. Sometimes, the only difference between a story and life is that of life and death. He was conducting research for a new collection of short stories. He found inspiration in his neighbourhood, nature, and daily routine. Although he was a reputed mystery writer, none doubted his abilities to concoct a gripping short story out of thin air. The police department investigating Rade's dea...
Blobfish Forever
Author's request: If you've never seen what a blobfish looks like in the water and out of the water, please take a moment to look up a picture of both. It will help you understand one of the story's metaphors. Thank you!“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Nathaniel Graben’s sister told him that a very long time ago, back when he was twelve. She’d been leaning against his doorframe, like a dad, brownish hair falling out of her ponytail. Her hair was always in her face. He hadn’t quite understood what she meant back then. Lissa was a very confusing person, so naturally, ev...
Funny Kid
I was a funny kid. I think my mother hated how funny I was. I almost had her once, her lips split open like a ripe watermelon, she almost laughed. Funny. ⧫Dead light in a dead room with dead people, a swarming fugue of blank eyes—they dart into small crevices of computer screens; hidden from sight. White shirts, white tiles, white between the eyes— reverberating in unison; our bodies filled with tepid water. Managers and employees, all consuming cheap, burnt, ancient coffee out of unwashed mugs. For the rest of the day, days, and months, not a single thought will evoke its own humanity—inste...
Obsidian
Audrey Lang was alone on Valentine’s Day. Again. Not that it really bothered her. She’d rather enjoyed these past two and a half years of being single. It was a Saturday, so Audrey thought she would go shopping. She had already dressed in jeans and t-shirt.Her ash blonde hair was plaited down her back. She added dangly earrings, some bracelets, and her favorite ballet flats. A quick dusting of powder on her face and balm on her lips and she was good to go. Oh wait, she nearly forgot her sunglasses.While backing out of her driveway, she stopped. Mrs. Jordan’s very fluffy ginger cwww.onedoor.ccat had decided ...