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Shame
Note: this story contains some physical violence, substance abuse, and implied human trafficking. “Which was easier: selling your baby girl to the whore house or satisfying the monster with your own body?”Blood flew as knuckles met nose. He stumbled back and fell roughly on the concrete hallway. The rain had not let up since he had begun his journey and as a result, his once light jeans were soaked through, his mud-caked sneakers little more than sponges. He winced and looked at his scraped, bloody hands. Woman gently shut the door behind her with a soft click. She stared at Man with hollow bl...
Unless
The train station was dead silent. The daytime activities of coffee vendors, families rushing to get to their trains and the sounds of roaring train engines were that of an older time. The only sound that echoed throughout the empty station was that of a clock posted by the arrivals and departures. The board appeared empty, all except for one departure. Shelby looked at his pocket watch hewww.onedoor.cc dug out from his vest pocket. 11:50pm. He glanced up at the departure board. “10 minutes. Guess it’s time.” Shelby grabbed his suitcase and got up from the bench that sat in front of a now closed coffee shop...
Dog Fight
Pedigree rattled in the green plastic dish as I filled it to overflowing, enough to feed three dogs. Trixie, my yellow lab, rushed out on the back porch, burying her face in the bowl. She growled when the cocker spaniel mongrel padded out, refusing to share. Outside the dirty sliding door, Robin barked, baring her teeth. They jumped on each other, a hairy snarling ball, banging into the glass, rolling off the concrete steps, knocking aside the rose trellis."Trixie!" I shouted, rushing to the patch of dirt where the two tussled with furiously snapping jaws.I reached in between to break them apa...
Artificial Intelligence
Artificial IntelligenceBy Annette Racine, and Avelino de CastroThe evening wasn’t going as expected, or planned. The caterer Claudette, the best in town, had canceled at the last minute, the bitch. Of course, she blamed it on her kid. Claudette said her son Sebastian had a fever. Opal thrummed with nervous energy, anxiety, and more than a little bit of raw annoyance. She had a very real fever herself. Opal hated any persion from planned activities, and had a gnawing fear she wouldn’t be able to pull off dinner for six, when one of them was Mayor Scott. Claudette had bought the groceries for t...