Tag: fiction
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A Bucket of Tiny Madnesses
When you press them down, you hear their angry little squeals.
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We’re Being Eaten
J– is studying at the kitchen table, pencil scribbling, lamp-lit, while the things slide in from the back yard. They slide out from holes we never noticed before (or maybe we always knew they were there, burrows with milk-gray wrinkled things inside, like overlarge moles, like leftovers we forgot about). J– needs to pass this…
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The Pieces she Kept
She plucked the shards out one by one and stashed them in a box under her bedroom floor.
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This Town has too Many Dark Festivals
The rites have been described as highly uncomfortable.
Lorna D. Keach - Writer 