Beneath my surface, she lingered like a tumor, crawling on bruised knees along bones and ligaments. I threw myself down the stairs to dislodge her. Now she emerges – a tiny pink girl whose neck is purpling, swathed round
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The heat stuck to my skin. But I felt cold, and my sweat was cold, too. After that feeling, I shivered to the core. If I look in the mirror, I will see the colours completely gone from my
You know you shouldn’t be here. But again, you can’t help yourself. You’ve lost track of how many days you’ve come to this place. At first you told yourself it was the shade; you just needed a minute out
“Can I be honest with you?” Olivia nodded at me. Her eyes were big and glassy, like a bug’s, behind her coke-bottle lenses. “This poem is… bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong. There’s potential, but if I were
“I want you to tell me what it is I can change so you’ll love me again.” I practiced that line laying in bed, staring at the blank ceiling. How come teenagers and perverts are the only people who
There was once an old caterpillar who lived on a leaf that grew from a basswood tree, and one morning, he woke up on the ground. He rolled over, clumps of dirt clung to his setae, and he quickly
My parents named me Angel. Of course, Landon and Icie Mae Ruggs aren’t really my parents. Even a blind person would know. I am silky and golden, soft and graceful, quick and kind-hearted. I resemble them as much as
The electronic chime of the alarm clock sounded from within Eileen’s cranial implant. “Good morning!” Andrew informed her in a bubbly tone. His early-morning enthusiasm never quite gelled with her outlook. But it was to be expected, given his
Fireworks coming like clockwork, small flames of red noise the minute he lay his head down on the pillow. Earplugs were no good. The noise was inside him, incurable. Every day he lost a little more of his silence.
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