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Max the Dying Girl
(TW; suicide, child loss)Everything was ready for the ritual. Almost.Ms. McHale was ruling the kitchen with her usual fastidious fervor--ordering around aunts and cousins to hang streamers and blow up balloons and set the table but never once allowing any of them to stir the big red pot on the center burner of the stovewww.onedoor.cctop. The brewing had gone off without a hitch. Now all she had to do was keep it at a consistent temperature. And she had to find Max. Max had disappeared early that morning without ever saying a word to anyone. Now the sun was setting over the hills, and Ms. McHale was both con...
The Hidden
"Why won't you marry me?""I'm 17, Peter. There are things I want to do before I get married.""Other girls marry at your age, Karin. Don't you love me?"I was an old argument. It seemed to come up every few weeks nowadays. Maybe Warsaw, Poland in 1941 made the young feel they had to hurry with life. Karin's brother, Alex, and his friends already had been declared "ethnic Germans" and drafted to fight with the Nazis. Peter, at 23, was considered a cripple; a childhood injury left him with a limp. He wouldn't be a soldier, but they could make him work in an office. He currently worked for his fat...
The Company
It was ten days before Christmas, the temps dropped and the sky was dark and uninviting as Kelly rushed out the door to go to work, her coffee canister in hand. She got into her car, an old Chevy that needed tons of work but she just couldnt afford it right now, her cashier job at Walmart didnt give her enough pay, she barely made ends meet. Her trailer also needed work, but sigh, that took some extra money too. "I know mom, the bills are piling in, i got my hours cut and i am doing the best i can." Kelly told Margaret, her mom who lived back in Boston with her big shot boyfriend Max Engels. K...
Neuropia
After Ma tucks in the edges of the net, and turns off the light with a “goodnight, kanna”, the show starts. It begins with a candyfloss man with holes for eyes and a gaping mouth pedalling a bicycle at the far end of the grid around me, the bell a-tringing. Once he comes close to my face, his fluorescent form hops off the bicycle, prances around, and opens his mouth wide enough to let out a school of fish that quickly swim on the net in all directions and slide off it; all but one. That one grows bigger within seconds and bites my toe. And the net turns into a waterfall. I wake up screaming. N...