Graveyard Dogs_Carved Pumpkins and Bowls of Treats_The Black City_Outliving the Constellations
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Graveyard Dogs
Tory’s dog Greer went through the gate, excited to see his friend Mathis, a beautiful brown dog with white features in the face. She was happy to see his owner Jared too. He was a friendly guy who knew dogs and she always enjoyed conversation with him.“Hey Greer,” Jared said as the gray and black dog bolted over to him. He had a tendency to greet every dog. He knew most of them since he was there all the time.“Hey, how are you?” Tory asked.“Good. Just got done with work and figured I should bring her since she’s been stuck inside all day.”“Yeah. Taswww.onedoor.ccha wanted to come tonight too but she w...
Carved Pumpkins and Bowls of Treats
Carved Pumpkins and Bowls of TreatsBy Heather Ann MartinezIt’s the night before October 31st. My brother called me and asked me to take his son Trent trick or treating tomorrow afternoon. My brother couldn’t get the afternoon off of work and Trent is five and a quarter. He ‘s been looking forward to wearing his ghost costume and carrying his plastic pumpkin bucket up and down the street with the other kids for a whole year. My brother didn’t take Trent trick or treating before this year, because he didn’t know any of the neighbors. They had moved to the neighborhood a little over a year earlie...
The Black City
The sea slashed the ship with her salty sting, wind howling in accompanying rage, both in a vain attempt to stop a woman who has never listened to the word 'no'. Captain Yang gritted her teeth, not in pain from her bleeding wounds, but in manic delight as the ship tipped over another wave, revealing the phantasmic maelstrom churning straight ahead. "Captain!" her lover and first mate, Hai, begged, his plea turning into a bloody sputter.Captain Yang didn't want to turn her eyes away from the helm, but Hai's fingers were nearing the flintlock again. She kicked the gun away and leaned close to li...
Outliving the Constellations
New MoonTaran taught me to interpret the stars when I was only five. He tickled my elbows and matched my fingers to the loose stitches of the sky like puzzle pieces. I laughed when he traced Ursa Major, the wingless creature following his hand in circles. He even let me swing from his limbs like a twisting vine and dig my heels into his angled shoulder blades. I got the best view and covered his cratered eyes, pretending we weren’t parentless. He is not my brother—we are not related—but he holds my hand until I fall asleep. It’s not all breathless with Taran and the rest of the crew. We imagin...