Category: Fiction

Vines, Pt. 1

“Is it too late to go around asking strangers for tylenol?”

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Vines, Pt. 2

The dramatic conclusion to a serialized tale of owlery.

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Sunday Afternoon, April

There is a tiny man in her hair and he is screaming at me. “Hello there!” He is screaming. “Please remove me from this strand of hair!” He is screaming. “This is a terribly inconvenient place for me to be right now!” He is screaming.

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Schrödinger’s Lottery

“Maybe it was the cheap thrill of furiously scratching them with a quarter, and seeing all those shimmery silver shavings pile up.”

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Dreams of Ghosts

“Below, the sea was moonlight, bright as commercial breakfast milk. The tide pulled forward and back, morse code telling me all the ways to escape the sleepy town.”

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Supernovae

“Sometimes it would end with go to your room but sometimes it would end with why are you so angry? and that hurt a lot more.”

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How Many Beasts

“When we pull up to Auntie’s in our blood-colored minivan, Olly is definitely gone.”

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Storyteller

“He had built a life before, and watched it fall apart.”

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Ice Cream for Two

“I remember thinking, wow, isn’t this so picturesque, isn’t this so magnificent, isn’t this so exquisite.”

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STAY FOR GRANDMA

In a dark kitchen, bread crumbs, ghosts, and gooseberries.

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An Imaginary Collection

“I sometimes wonder, would you be able to reconstruct some image of me through the objects I’ve left behind? Would you know what I looked like? Smelled like? How I acted in public and in private?”

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Exeat

I want to revisit every city I have been, and take you along this time. Rewrite all the sights, all the memories.

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