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Quiet Screams and Sun Streams
Eating dinner in a clean house was always cathartic to Wilson Rose. The warm silence peppered with the clinking of forks against plates and interrupted by his mother’s idle chastisement of her coworkers. He liked the way the air filled the room more than the furniture, the way moonlight or sunlight or shadows filled up all those blank spaces. He liked the way he had lived here forever; memories could be found in any dent or scratch on the table.“Are you ready for your finals?” His mother asked, and Wilson chewed through his slight annoyance at the question. He swallowed.“Yep.”“Even math? Phiwww.onedoor.ccn...
Kelly's Day
Kelly never knew how it happened, but it happened a lot. Every day she was behind and lost. 6:30 AM - She wakes up, blinks, and now it is 8:00 AM. Her make up was on, black eye liner with beige eye shadow and perfectly matte foundation, like she did in high school, except now she was running late for work.7:30 AM - She sat down for breakfast, except it was already 8:30 and she should be on the bus now.9:22 AM - On the bus heading to her job at the store, but she arrived there only to remember that she worked in an office now. Back on the bus and on her way to the office except she didn’t have ...
While You Were Plotting
Don't you have anything better to do? his brother asked.Sam Roebuck smiled. Not at the moment, he thought back. But you seem rather busy at the moment.Not everyone can swill whiskey and idly write all day, his twin brother, Liam Roebuck, thought as he entered the warehouse. Triple homicides don't solve themselves.And best sellers that pay for the lake house don't write themselves, either, Sam retorted. Now shut up and do your job.Liam glanced at a nearby window and gave his reflection the middle finger. Sam grinned wider. He and his brother had shared this connection all their lives; all one b...
The Ritual of the Shiwanna for the Sacred Rain
The Ritual of the Shiwanna for the Sacred Rain by Elizabeth FenleyBlue feathers fall from the sky, as they always do, warning of the first rain of the season. Each cycle of rain is longer than the one before. Some say the Shiwanna are angry. The preparations are immediate, oft-practiced, and still bear the undertone of panic. The mothers are particularly frantic. The elders have decided there are to be four sacrifices this cycle in hopes of appeasing the Cloud People. Those four will be selected before the feathers cease to float to earth and sacrificed as the first drops of rain fall.The beat...