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  • Bioweapon

    The day started so well. Now, I was behind a glass divider in a quarantined room. A voice crackled over the speaker. “I need you to tell me what happened a hour ago in the barracks. We need to know why you’re the last of your platoon.” *** The barracks shook with the noise of More

  • My bad luck charm

    Find the darkest cat and squeeze itBecause Friday thirteenth’s comingTime for omens spooky strangeWait, it might be Tuesday. Beats me Step on cracks, there goes your motherBreak a mirror with a ladderLeave a letter chain on pendingDemons lurk around you whistling Ready salt, your shoulders need itEvil eye protection’s waningBowl of rice in need of More

  • Fire in the Oasis

    Hassan cringed at the cries from the top of the minaret. Ever since Warlord Nadim invaded the oasis two months ago, the welcome calls to prayer had been replaced by calls to witness. To witness the power of one only focused on taking. None desired to come to come to the agora, but all were More

  • Last supper

    Behind Tristan, in the communal area of the Lynwood Projects, the plucking sound of a vihuela filled the night air. The remnant smells of chicken and steak were slowly giving way to the cloying cinnamon-y sweetness of churros. String lights ran from post to post ensured all shadows pointed in front of him. Only the More

  • A missing piece

    Nightly staring, filled with dread, she wonders.Life, she pleads, there must be more than breathing.Room illuminated silver, frigidLinens bright and white without a wrinkleSolace scarce in empty echoed sobbing. But, morning always comes and with it hope.Of chance encounters, into something more.A smile. A coffee. Hours forgotten pass.Befuddled thoughts on how it changed so fastTo More

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I find writing stories to be a fun way to pass the time.

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