fiction
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Sunday Scaries: Lu’s Laundry and Other Services
Some prospectors’ ghosts leave their previous clothes real easy. My laundry shop was just a railway station on their way to the afterlife.
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American Basswood (Tilia Americana)
During the downtime between the rush hours, ba collected books—English ones. Some of the books he would find discarded and often outdated by some years, in trash bins outside of the language learning centers down the street. Our street, which…
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Among the Believers
Nafisa walks among the pilgrims, her steps slow because she is in no hurry. The Hotel Dar-es-Salam which has been her home for the past four months is only a ten minute walk from the Haram and the stroll down…
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Sunday Scaries: The Body Monstrous
New teeth pierced my gums, razor-sharp and dripping with my own blood. Talons ruptured the tips of my fingers. Wings unfurled from my collarbones and I spread them wide, knocking over bowls and pans, casting shadows of leather and bone.…
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The Rooster
“My parents joked about the incident for days, until the Tangshan Earthquake took over the news and quickly pushed it from their minds. The chick that had slipped Mimi’s mouth turned out to be a rooster, growing a bright comb…
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Sunday Scaries: “The Ballad of Gloria Vetrana”
At first, the reports weren’t especially interesting: unconvincing testimonies of vague phenomena. Folks reported feeling nauseated and feverish. Tinnitus. Migraines. Some reported electrical disturbances, lights straining brown as the power waned.
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The Part That Hurts
She had been a good friend when she had to be, and somewhere in all of this time we’d forgotten how to speak to one another. Now, she has come to me in this early stage of grief. I wasn’t…
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Pop-Tart Crumb
“All my life is telling obstacle from sweetness and i must smell to know – i smell everything for its scents – i smell rock most often – wet wood – i smell linoleum, hair of dog, smudge of olive…
