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100 Words: It’s Called Cortical Blindness, Ms. Jones.

Posted on July 18, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

“It’s called cortical blindness, Ms. Jones.” The voice sounded tinny. “It is often temporary–” Relief washed over her, but then he kept talking. “–but in your case, considering how your cranial trauma results from not only from the baseball bat, … Continue reading →

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100 Words: Lights Out

Posted on July 14, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

“Now,” she said, grinning, moving towards her prey, reaching for him with her actual fists. “I don’t got fucking time to be delicate, so I’ma ask you some questions, n’I’m only gonna ask once. Get me?” The faintly gurgled response … Continue reading →

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Cold As Ashes

Posted on May 10, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Waking up in a bed was weird. It didn’t happen that often, these days. She opened her eyes, sticky and crusted with blood, and groaned at the obscene amount of sunlight in the room. Everything was quiet — the outside … Continue reading →

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You Call Me A Liar

Posted on March 13, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

You would not like the real me. I tell you this all the time. I tell you this as I take off my coat, my sweater, my mask, my face. I tell you this as I unzip my skin. I … Continue reading →

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Five Ways Of Looking

Posted on March 12, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

I. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder at the forks in the road. Paths not taken. Discoveries not made. How would they have turned out? No different than anyone else looking back on their lives, but I feel infinitely ill-prepared … Continue reading →

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