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In The Rain Stone Became Flight
“In the Rain Stone Became Flight” by Elizabeth FenleyIn the rain, they awoke. Silent stone sentinels atop the massive building. Azvamenth stretched his wings, wiggled his talons, and yawned, revealing deadly fangs. He looked towards the column on his right. Birsha was waking up too, unfurling her tail and rolling her horned head around in circles. “Ubel, sister.” “Ubel, brother.” Taking flight simultaneously, Azvamenth on two wings, Birsha on six, they sailed to the crenelated tower to meet the others. Tavarius, his wide, thickly muscled body arrived first, even without the benefit of wings. ...
A Man in Love
The peroxide blonde gave one last heave then awkwardly dismounted. Wordlessly, she gathewww.onedoor.ccred up her clothing and strode into the bathroom.Tom Mosley lay very still. There were sounds of a toilet flushing, a faucet running, and oddly, tooth brushing. He made a mental note to throw out his toothbrush after she left. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, her minidress only emphasized her narrow shoulders and wide, disproportionate thighs. Tom wasn’t sure of her age. He wasn’t sure of her name. Her eyes, lashes clumped together with mascara, smeary with eyeliner, made her look much older than...
317
Three knocks hit the cell window. Officer Young jumped to his feet, sending his folding chair clattering to the floor behind him. He scrambled to retrieve his rifle and gripped the barrel in two, white-knuckled fists. “The hell?” he whispered to himself. For the first time in six years, Officer Young stood at attention. He stared down the length of the hallway, refusing to believe that the knock came from his prisoner. Inmate 317 had been in solitary longer than Young had been an officer. And 317 never made a noise. There it came again. Knock, knock, knock. It was dampened by the six inche...
Gluten Is What Makes This Nation Stick Together
In Hoboken New Jersey, Felix lied to his wife Luna that he was going out only to pick up the sandwiches. Luna was very patriotic about wanting to eat sandwiches for lunch. He knew her preferences well. In the three or four years since they had been married, he couldn’t remember a time when they had ever argued about anything. Next year they even planned to make a baby.Outside, instead of going directly to the sandwich shop, Felix walked around the corner and away from Luna’s spying eyes, went into a bank branch. He took out his New York bank card, the one she didn’t know about, and slid it int...