I’ve unplugged from dark matter…every breath is a protest thing…I still care about people. Trying to fall asleep, I wonder about the sincerity of those who wear their spots on their clothes and not their skins.
The guy from choir really didn’t get it. I’d lived in Chicago before – I knew the murder rate per capita was higher in Tallahassee anyway. And wearing boots? What did that have to do with Nashville? I don’t wear boots now. My location wasn’t going to change that. And I sure as hell wasn’t ever going to carry a Rebel flag.
I had accused her of misogyny – only ‘respecting’ me when I’ve been in relationships with men she approved of, as if this gave me personhood. She denied it, of course, but throughout my adult life, I’d seen the pattern. She only seemed to think of me as a “real” adult when I had a man. She wasn’t the only one to treat me this way.
“It is more important.” The pangolin collected an energy heart. “You think the stuff we do here is important? Making copies and babysitting salespeople. Sometimes I just wanna shriek it’s only furniture!”
The author tossed well-crafted twists that awakened me from complacency for the characters and set them to spinning out of control, recapturing my vigilance.
Running was always my second-greatest dread; only a visit to the dentist outclassed running. In the most extreme of circumstances, I could perhaps have envisioned myself running from a dentist. If when Anubis weighs my soul I am found wanting, my personal hell will surely involve spending an endlessly repeating Sisyphean eternity running to a dental procedure.
At her interview, encouraged by Henry’s heart-stopping smile, Clarissa had lied about her experience. With no idea where to begin, she tousled her pink hair as data surged down the screen. “That’s a mess of numbers, sweetheart.”
During one of our previous commissioning periods, we met Alyxander LaBranche and absolutely adored his artwork. We opted to publish some of his works in our […]