This is Chapter 3 (and conclusion) of the story Titania’s Purse. You can read Chapter 1 here and Chapter 2 here I’d promised Marie that I’d never try to see
This is Chapter 3 (and conclusion) of the story Titania’s Purse. You can read Chapter 1 here and Chapter 2 here I’d promised Marie that I’d never try to see
This is Chapter 2 of the story Titania’s Purse. You can read Chapter 1 here and Chapter 3 here Lunch was at an out of the way diner. Not the
Sometimes during the sleep cycle, I turn up the volume on my hydrophones and shut down my exterior lights. Phosphorescent plankton dance up and down the thermocline, ghostly wisps of
This is Chapter 1 of the story Titania’s Purse. You can read Chapter 2 here and Chapter 3 here The morning bell jarred me out of a dream about clean
It was my birthday and so I decided to kill myself one more time. Maybe this time I’d get lucky. I visited Jenny’s grave first. I knelt and brushed away
(Originally published on ThatWhichIsHuman.com) The trauma pager, an old fashioned alpha-numeric beeper, sounds off. ‘6 minutes, Red, MVA rollover. Trauma Code’ read the black letters on its tiny green screen.