Many people live by the same routine: work, eat, sleep, possibly socialize with friends or engage in hobbies. For me and my Read More
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Clock in, clock out—that about summed up my workdays, since I lost track of everything else that occurred in between. Historians claimed Read More
The sun gave birth to an embryonic luster finding its way between the crevices of my curtains. I woke up to noises Read More
One night, someone I matched on a dating app told me they intended to murder me if I met up with them, Read More
When I was seven, I wrote a letter to Santa asking for my mother back. Instead, I got a bike. Since then, Read More
When grandmother passed away, father grew reticent. And I was okay with it, since he abandoned his routine of scolding me for Read More
Dozens of kittens were aligned in adjacent kennels, some meowing to be noticed, others taking their afternoon naps. I wandered the linear Read More
At times, seeing mom felt like a chore, our dad encouraging it through a twisted type of parental coercion, so that we Read More
My eyes launched back and forth between the center console and dashboard of my car. I nearly lost sight of the road. Read More
This story is in the process of being edited and resubmitted for consideration to be published as a “reprint” in another journal. Read More