I’m waiting for a tram, and as mine comes up to the station, the tram driver has shining blue devil horns. While I’m in the tram staring out the window, the tram rattles past a drugstore where the cashier has…
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Nightmares He Did Not Make
Once upon a time, I promised a story (written by my writing group) to anyone on my mailing list who had a story idea they wanted written. A brave soul named Emma presented hers: An aromantic/asexual fairy tale. What is…
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Blacked-out Childhood is a Scary Place
I think I moved into a more violent place. Not as in people are brawling on street corners or anything, but I hear arguments through the walls. Screaming matches when I’m near my window. Words from next door I can’t…
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A Patchwork of Scars (A short story)
In the chill, relentless rain stood a girl without a name. Her skin a patchwork of scars and motley bruises, her body an untold tale of torment. Memory played truant, an imp dancing beyond her grasp, laughing as it withheld…
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A Tooth in a Jar
There’s this guy in my apartment building – a young guy – who’s missing one of his front teeth. Maybe from a fight. Maybe from a bad diet, who knows. I’ve met him a couple times on the stairs. Today…
The Proud Princess and the Ring
Evening fell and the largest ballroom in the palace was primed for the celebration. A quartet of musicians stood in a nook and created magnificent melodies. People in glittering jewels and gleaming satin danced on polished parquet floors. Diamonds, crystals,…
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The Proud Princess and the Masked Mage
I found a fairy tale I wrote in Czech, so for fun I’m going to translate parts of it every week. It’s very simple (don’t expect literary titillation here), but so far it’s fun! So here you go… Once upon…
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Books That Hurt
We’ve probably all read books that hurt to read. They make us cry when they confront hard losses. They make us uncomfortable when they confront hard issues. They make us weep, make us squirm. Those books also hurt to write.…
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Toxin
You betrayed me into the hands of the enemy, Cezelia. * Yes, Drayven… I did. But you betrayed me first. * How? What did I do that you stand there now and watch me forced to bow at their mercy?…
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Perfectly Scarred: A Story Told in Text & Images
It begins with two worlds. One couple. Their roles reversed. This isn’t the story of the assassin, but of the innocent in the world she dreamed of, where he is the one who is wrecked. She was unloved and lived…
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