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A Message from the Janitor Buffing the Floor During a Superhero Fight
Look, I’ve got groceries to pick up in the morning and rent is due. I’m going to pretend I can’t hear the hero fight over my cheap headphones and that’s that.
They Try
There’s just something about the ocean…
Kendrick Lamar Is Dead
The people he left behind are dead. The people who will come will come too late. All he can do is his job.
Want, Need
Mr. Morris wants a room unlocked in his house, but Marty is pretty sure he needs the opposite.
Don’t Rock the Boat: Pacific City
They followed the man with the white hair down the paved stones that wound its way through the private bungalows. Peggy had pulled the handkerchief she kept in her jacket pocket out and had it pressed up to her face. The scratches from the bark of the branch would heal pretty quickly, but the black eye and fat lip were going to linger. Aster was walking close enough next to her that their arms were brushing up against each other. After passing a couple of the bungalows Peggy took Aster’s hand and squeezed. They gave her a watery smile. It had never happened to Peggy, but she couldn’t imagine being possessed was a fun thing you could just throw off.
Someone is Wrong on the Internet
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Gallows of Love
The DJ cut Rhianna off mid-sentence and announced that it was time for the first dance. Everybody in the large hall settled, twisting in their seats to see the dance floor or getting up to surround it, phones in hand and set to record. The bride, surrounded by the tufts of champagne lace he rememberedContinue reading “Gallows of Love”
Had it Coming
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, but maybe satisfaction is better than sight.
We’re Going To Be Friends: A Body of Thieves
At first, all he was aware of was his stomach being pulled up into his throat and the sickening, nauseating squeeze and roll it was doing. His heart was pounding to beat out of his chest, pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears even over the air rushing by. His ears and nose immediately froze and became numb. He was squeezing his eyes shut so hard he could see silent green fireworks blooming over and over and over. The panic and fear inside had become so absolute and so pure it had replaced every single rational thought with nothing but loud television static.
High Urban Fantasy Jazz 