Imagine you’re holding the thing you want in your hands, but you still can’t have it.
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Bloody Mary
Maybe the girl in the mirror understands pain.
Art is for Everybody
Can you paint what’s in your soul?
Hansel and Gretel’s Father
Oh dear, another insane stepmother.
Downslope
Just another Saturday morning hike.
Climbing Samsara
Betsy has climbed everything else worth climbing in the world. All that’s left is the mysterious Samsara.
Magic Circle
Elijah was sure a maker of magic must live in some dark, secluded place. The edge of the city, where the rows of houses snap into ever-marching prairie. Some small forest or collection of trees, dark and gloomy from thick branches even in the middle of the day. Perhaps somewhere in the city, but underContinue reading “Magic Circle”
I Remember the Radio
We weren’t supposed to be out there. Hell, we weren’t supposed to be anywhere. Shunted out of polite society for reasons I still don’t fully understand, even to this day. Whatever happened, Mama and Pappy didn’t feel inclined to share it with little kid me or adult me or no version of me whatsoever. TheyContinue reading “I Remember the Radio”
Eileen
Jackie didn’t like it. He was new in town. Had been trying to get in with the good teams for months. Only been even a little successful for a couple of weeks. So he wasn’t going to say anything and ruin what little progress he’d made. But still. Jackie didn’t like it. He was sittingContinue reading “Eileen”
Nature, Nurture
The Bloodiest Girls’ Night “Absolutely not.” It’s what Shaun had said to Honey, roughly an hour ago. Specifically, they were absolutely not taking the hunter back to the apartment they were technically, sort-of, not really renting from a dead woman named Shirley Hagle. Strictly speaking Shirley was still renting the apartment from the Happy HomesContinue reading “Nature, Nurture”
High Urban Fantasy Jazz 