Cloudy again. But what else should I expect? These days were always like that. I walked up the stairs of a familiar apartment complex I had never visited before. Once you’ve seen as many as I have, they all start… Continue Reading
Anna let herself go limp as Katy lifted her into the back of the shopping cart they had just stolen from the grocery store parking lot down the block. “At least all of the weight loss makes it easier to… Continue Reading
They called me Wrigley, but that was a long time ago. Back then I was white, fully clothed in glittering silver. I stood upright next to my brothers and sisters, and we waited together for the one special day when… Continue Reading
Listen to “Eau de Public Transit” by Folly Blaine, read by the author: [display_podcast] Folly Blaine is a writer living in the Pacific Northwest. “Eau de Public Transit” by Folly Blaine was originally published on August 23, 2011. Rate this story:… Continue Reading
Except for a man reading a newspaper and two women, the café was almost empty. The two women, Clara and Florence, sat opposite each other at a table in the corner. Tall, raw-boned Clara wore a beige raincoat, and a… Continue Reading
The boy waved the wooden sword in the air at the invisible monsters and shouted, “You got me bad guys,” before grabbing his stomach, groaning, and rolling down the hill in pretend death. He waited face down in the grass… Continue Reading
Gazing at me from sun-glints shimmering like wide smiles on the glass of the window, two red patent leather thigh high boots winked from seventy two eyelets. Fringes running down the centre of each boot fluttered like flirting eyelashes. Two… Continue Reading
The Enemy have teeth like wolves. They have eyes the color of dying coals, and skin that can be any color it wants — flawless, chameleon camouflage. And so, as Morgan makes his way down the steep hillside, he knows… Continue Reading
Sean Cooper gripped the handrail and smothered a curse. “You’re one lucky bastard, Mike. Nothing like this ever happens to me.” Michael Cordova grinned. “You’ve never gone to space. Can’t expect to find a pot of gold here on Earth.… Continue Reading
She was crouched down, placing a book gingerly in the bottom shelf. She was still. It was weird to see her still, actually, her face so serious and intent on each book in its correct slot, her face eerily peaceful,… Continue Reading