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He invented her without thought, a mother in a cage. She was part of our game, silently birthing wet eggs, while the unwanted spawn surrounding her would reach up and slap her haunches to set her limbless body swinging, like … Continue reading →

Everything you’ve been doing lately makes me feel like you’re pushing me to leave. From the lack of any warmth in your expression, ever, to the way you keep closing your eyes when I talk to you, turning away like … Continue reading →

It doesn’t mean what you think it does; it never does — the brief glances, the dilated pupils, the rapid breathing, and the quickening heartbeat. What you’re looking for is the flush, while what you’re receiving is the pale. He … Continue reading →

He was short, relatively unremarkable in all ways, save for the color of his eyes. They were a vibrant green so bright it seemed unnatural; I had thought him forgettable until he took off his sunglasses. I’d thought it was … Continue reading →

“Somehow,” Jack laughed nervously, “I thought I’d have more trouble over you finding out I didn’t–” “Pee standing up?” Meredith finished, with a short laugh of her own. Jack wanted to smile, then, but Meredith’s eyes hadn’t warmed up. “You … Continue reading →