She knew, when he was born, that he was Powered. They’d scanned her baby as soon as they’d pulled him from her womb out of the cut in her stomach, and that little white wand had lit up with a green light. Her child was a Class-1 Powered. They had taken him off and had … Continue reading Her Child’s Body
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The Hands
The hands are asleep. I pray silently to myself that they will remain that way, but I try to stifle my worry that they will not. If they sense it, they will awaken. I breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, schooling my mind to calmness. I have taken a risk, coming … Continue reading The Hands
The White Mask
I wasn’t the type of person who went to many parties in college. If I had to guess, I probably went to only one a week, or maybe every two weeks, depending on my mood. I just didn’t really like the atmosphere. The loud music, the alcohol, the smell of pot and sweat — it … Continue reading The White Mask
Some Men Are Meant for Murder
I wouldn’t say that we have a “military family,” but two members of my family have served in the armed forces: my father, and my mother’s brother. They served during the same time period, in the same country, yet they never knew each other until my father started dating my mother. Despite that, they shared … Continue reading Some Men Are Meant for Murder
Queen Euphonia
The story goes that Queen Euphonia, the ninth queen was so beautiful and so wise that each of Vanaprimax’s children attempted to seduce her. They did so not because of their father’s directive, but because of her incredible allure, which transcended that of any human they had witnessed before. Onosang, who watched her, at first, … Continue reading Queen Euphonia
Meant to Be
Oko loved video games, but video games did not love him back. That’s how he thought of it. He didn’t mean it in the literal way, of course. He knew that video games didn’t have emotions, and that their developers didn’t spare any thoughts for him, particularly, outside of the rest of their consumer base. … Continue reading Meant to Be
Camille, Pt. 3
Camille, Pt. 1 Camille, Pt. 2 Camille began to walk. She squinted up toward the canopy, trying to get her eyes to focus well enough on the trees high above her to discern her orientation. The world looked so different from this angle. All she had was the border between clearing and wood to try … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 3
Camille, Pt. 2
Camille, Pt. 1 I originally meant to finish this today before work, but I don't think I'm going to quite get there in time, so I'll cut it short for today. I hope for the conclusion to come tomorrow. The light of consciousness came back to her, slowly, and with the realization that at least … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 2
Camille, Pt. 1
Camille escaped, for a time. She stepped out of the back door of her house and onto her family’s wooden porch. Oscar, her brown-and white cat, nudged past her. He pressed against her legs for a moment, looking up with her in silent expectation. She bent her legs to reach down and scratch his head. … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 1
Outside
Benji has long had a complex relationship with “outside.” It’s something he has always struggled to put into words, because his feelings don’t fall easily into nice little checked boxes in the way that he categorizes them for most things. That’s the comfortable way, to him, to be able to easily say “I hate mangoes” … Continue reading Outside
Daydreams 