The Foyer
“Oh, this place again!” Luda said, hanging up her hat. The coat rack was consumed so completely, she wondered if there was one under there at all. What…
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“Oh, this place again!” Luda said, hanging up her hat. The coat rack was consumed so completely, she wondered if there was one under there at all. What…
“Well, really, I think that girls are better than men, because they are so much less violent, and if a girl ran our country we would be so much better off...”…
4 am. Tomorrow I’m having tea with my elderly neighbours up the way. Sweet old folks. Wish I could afford to bring biscuits, but money’s tight and I’m quite…
That night, there was no cold. No cool breeze to tickle her the wrong way. No moon, to shine on her face and brightly, in her eyes. There was no one beside…
The men died off, long ago. The disease came on like a cold, and lasted like that for weeks. Women flocked to the doctor’s offices, looking to get well. Men…
Through the streets of ruined society, she walks on slender legs. Dogs her age remind me of deer. Her ears swivel back and forth, and knowing she is better at…
“Здравствуйте, вы любите танцевать?” He asked, twirling me around. “What?” I asked, holding onto his shirt sleeve. The dance was wholly unfamiliar, and I am…
“Classy.” I gagged on the word, trying to settle my stomach as my friend emptied hers. She was crying, splattering cosmo-pink bile onto both of our shoes…
I shake, try not to vomit, but I don’t scream. I’m past that, now. Steffani is being dragged, catatonic through the broken boards that were supposed to block…
“... Be in a place like this?” Strangly enough, it wasn’t a pick up line. He did smile at me quite nicely, and he was rather cute, with those baby blue eyes…
“Oh, oh, oh, wait!” My mom rushed after me, pulling her clothes on as we exited the front door. She stopped on the porch, shoeless and wary of the brambles…
Sitting on the back porch, the air is cold but sunlight irradiates my skin and warms me. There is chirping and I still myself, quiet barely breathing. Watching…
“Seriously, though, you were doing a good job. Now all you drink is soda.” “Well, I like to take break-” “Quick quiz! You and your date are talking. She’s…
“I started following him because he commented on my story, and then I read his, and they were really good!” I’m driving down the street, smiling about…
You declare your undying friendship to Robert Quick! Suddenly, her breath is short. ‘That wasn’t my intention at all! What if he thinks I really want to be…
“I don’t read books. I just don’t see the point. There’s so many better things to do.” The others waiting in line at the book signing stare, unbelieving. The…
Thanksgiving at the Walken home. Turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing all ignored. Piled high on the plate of the patriarch: Pillsbury. crescent rolls, dinner…