glimpses shared by our authors
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The blood drained from my face. I was laying out of half of the straps holding me to the metal bed, and I chewed part of the way through another. ... read more -
The Tiny Migrants A short story in preparation for a larger expanse by Joshua Byrd. The days are sometimes long, down in the southland. Time seems to stand still when ... read more -
The straps were tight. I couldn't move my shoulders up, and my arms were pushed to my sides by a strap that went over my torso. Two straps hugged my ... read more -
This is the second night in a row that I've cried because of this fucken place. When will this get better? When the best year of my life going to ... read more -
Radiant light burst through the pockets of clean in the algae covered windows like searching fingers reaching out to warm the soiled carpet. Now pictures of dazzling sunrises over snow-capped ... read more -
The guards, or so they seemed to be, were rough with me. They picked up the chair with no regard to my orientation, and they stood it back up on ... read more -
My heart was going in overdrive. I was now in the bowels of the Cubonics supercomplex, about to go through hell. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody knows except for Wallace, ... read more -
The shadows were starting to form shapes. Alex didn't want to know what those shapes would turn out to be. "Ah. Alright! I-ah agree." He stammered. "Excellent! The mistress can ... read more -
Second day in New York. It's been a nightmare. I have never been so manic probably. I took my trip supply of pill in one day. Now, after no sleep ... read more -
It's the silence that I crave. You would never understand how precious the silence is until you were here. Until you knew what it was like to sit here for ... read more
