FICTION
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
Allanson looked out of the viewport, at the ragtag flotilla of ships trailing behind, some of them slow to catch up. It was to be expected with the little time that they’d had to cobble the fleet together.
A tortured simper uncoils itself across my mouth as I open another bottle of Penis wine.
The day does not conclude with the gentle exhale of the earth, but with Mother Superior flipping the hourglass over, again.
Mama sped along the highway, unbothered by bits of gravel that flew up from the front tires and struck the windshield of the sedan.
When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.
I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.
Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.
The young boy goes to bed and kisses his mother goodnight. He goes to bed and closes his eyes and wishes his family good sleep.
A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”
Directly after the arrival of the Armada, this model made sense, as the gap between Unthulanian and Human cultures prevented a commensurable exchange of practices…
It was spring and the hills were irradient, like they had to get out all their green in one short burst before catching fire.
and on and on and on and on they ran, the Merry Men, running from a hundred and one arrows bought with taxes stolen twice over…
None speak of how the streets collide in coarse seams like scars, the fresh cobbles unable to level with the ones shaken from their mortar by uncountable seasons.
She turns her back for me to fasten the rows of metal hooks. Why isn’t our small, tender freedom enough?
I loved Rena as much as a patient could love their gynecologist. We had tea together in her office. I cried when she asked how I was doing, and she showed me pictures of her terriers.
I’d never heard of anyone having a second baby right after the first one, but everything was so strange in those early days of motherhood that I just acted on instinct.
I pushed my nose to within an inch from the rug. I sniffed, and sniffed, and I smelled something…not quite right, but I couldn’t place it.
Ever since your son brought you here, things have been different. He was crying when he dropped you off. You still don’t know why.
Share some abandon.
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