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The Pac
THE PAC By DM Schwartz“It can’t work,” said Paul.“It will work,” said Eddy. “Think about it. We’re all of us just walking meat machines. If a kidney or a lung or even a heart goes bad, you plug in another one.”“Kidneys and lungs and hearts are one thing. You’re talking about the central nervous system. The human brain. That’s like-”“That’s like everything else. Made of matter. Memories are stored in that matter just like books in a library.”“You always think in oversimplifications.”“You always think in overcomplifications.”“That’s not a real word.”“It’s real if we agree it is. Just like my n...
Cross of Hope
How does one get past killing their husband? Is it even possible? Tears nipped at Terri Blake’s eyes as she stared at the frozen grave. The ache in her chest seemed to want to consume her. A piece of ash brown hair slipped onto her forehead, and she pushed it away with short, pudgy fingers. Angry clouds that matched Terri's heart shifted across the sky as she knelt on the moist ground in front of the tombstone. Icy winter wind cut into her skin, and she pulled her scarf close. December in Montana had to be the worst possible time to visit a graveyard. Terri would know. She'd spent many a da...
Fair Game
It’s hot. I’m out here at the edge of a sunbaked baseball diamond, letting my eyes go unfocused so I can distance myself from the game. Sweat is dripping into my eyes, and they’re stinging, so I can’t see anyway.I’m waaay outfield, as far away from the action as I can be. No one bothers me out here; they don’t actually want me to participate, and the feeling is mutual. I was, as always, the last one chosen for a team. I say “chosen” with big, fat air quotes. Really, I was the only one who didn’t get chosen. PE teachers are the worst for showing favoritism. Well, that’s not really true - I gues...
All Blunders
"Where are you going?" The taxi driver asks.Downtown. "Uptown." I mutter as he starts to drive.Uptown. "Downtown..." I correct myself. The taxi driver nods and goes downtown."Doing anything special?" The driver asks. I sigh, I've always hated small talk.You're avoiding your ex-boyfriend. "I'm meeting my boyfriend." I think over these eighteen years that I could talk. I've gotten the hang of my curse. Then again just a few www.onedoor.ccminutes ago I said uptown because I thought I'd say downtown. My thoughts and sentences don't form the way they should.The taxi driver nods as his hand seems to warp; his fin...