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19 Oct 2020
We wear the masks long after penguins have been extinguished. By now we are hauntresses, hordes of extinction shuffling along the city streets under the excruciating weathers of this brutal world we’ve inherited. Individually, we are called pinguinos. It’s something to do; the world is depressed and none of us have jobs.
12 Oct 2020
That woman—the version of me that had invented time travel, and traveled back to save my sister—haunts me, nips at my heels, makes me work faster and faster every day.
5 Oct 2020
So I was poaching scallops in butter when the first eye emerged in the crease of my left elbow.
22 Sep 2020
The day the last qawwal was killed, my childhood city, already known for its lethal silence, for its censorship of words, for its refusal to listen, went into a deep deep quiet.
14 Sep 2020
The Drone remained behind him, heavy as a funeral. The Boy stood still as dirt.
7 Sep 2020
She chooses at random. No one is special, or unspecial. It doesn’t matter who they are or what they look like. They’re just data.
31 Aug 2020
Another apocalyptic was out by Gert's truck, stuffing pamphlets under the wiper blades. "End's coming," he said as she approached, his voice a frail whinny.
31 Aug 2020
That smirking girl staring back with her cigarette, that ugly short hair, the shapeless dress with its silly fringes and its shameless show of calf, frivolous before the great dark mass of Flamel Hall. Girls these days, says Edith. What they wear.
31 Aug 2020
How long are these people going to keep the dead from the next life? I mean, no one can undo what was done, so what's the point in reliving it?
30 Aug 2020
I learned how to use a knife on a hot, wet Thursday night.
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