When I was seven, I wrote a letter to Santa asking for my mother back. Instead, I got a bike. Since then, Read More
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I stumbled home, a few drinks in. I thought about how I used to love. No, how hard I used love. I Read More
“Hey, do you have a cigarette?” I asked, wiping a trail of alcohol from my mouth and trying to ignore the drunken Read More
“Kida, she did it again!”“What? Who?” Kida asked, facedown in her phone.“Mom. She replied ‘K’ to my message.”“You know she does that Read More
Play dead, Ian says. Keep the Go-Pro rolling. A bear attack? Let’s incite one and then play dead. We’ll go viral. Proximate Read More
The worst part about dressing up is tying the tie. Repeatedly trying to craft the perfect knot, all the longer I have Read More
Matte white tiles stained red with her blood. She crouched, cascades flowing down her vitreous legs following open veins. It dwelled in Read More