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Three Story Joe
Three Story Joe By Avelino de Castro 2650 wordsThe cruel neighbors called simple, kind, and sensitive Jose Fernandes “Three Story Joe.” Jose was a gentle Portuguese man who owned the immaculately kept, three-family house on the corner, of Exeter and Summit in Hope Village of Providence. Hope Village was ritzy, and expensive. Joe’s house was the only three-story dwelling in the neighborhood. The zoning requirements in the neighborhood only allowed two family houses, but Jose’s place was over three hundred years old, and thus exempt from zoning rules. Most of the houses in Hope Village were sing...
She's A Cutter
TW: self harm, gore, murderMary decided to chop off her hand today. She ignored the voice in her head for months. That voice that told her to toss her inhibition in the garbage disposal and flip the switch. Cut your hand off. A tear dropped from her eye. She’ll miss her hand. It kept her balanced during high school gymnastics. It carried her wedding ring during her first marriage. It lifted her baby in the air that one day when the spring sun stood behind them. Mary pulled her cleaver from the kitchen drawer. The slightest touch of the blade slit the skin of her finger. She rested her wrist on...
Beasts
“Are you going to take his call?”Daria Carver swirled her whiskey glass. Slim and strong, with an aquiline nose and chin, she projected strength, control. Her sky-blue eyes scanned the horizon for barbarians that were already at the gate.“Fuck off, Charlie,” she snapped, flicking her short-cropped blonde hair. “I’m not taking his goddamn call. You can keep on standing there with that phone in your hand or you can stick it up your ass.”She took another swig of alcohol, savoring the burn. At 33, Daria could drink a man twice her age under a table, though she maintained the svelte figure of a 20-...
Dark enough
It’s been so long since I last set foot outside the apartment, that the mere perspective of walking down the street already raises my blood pressure and gives me chest pain. I should go out for milk and cat food, I’ve run out of both and the cat is meowing in anguish. Chiara used to run the errands for me, but so long for that! She said the pandemic is way over, and that I have something broken in my head, but she couldn’t bear it any longer. So she left. Now I almost wish she had taken the cat with her. I know it is nighttime, but according to my calendar, the moon is full tonight. It’s like...