“Them” – A Short Story

 “I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.” ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird   They had been talking about them long before they joined our class. Mrs. Lewis said we ought to be nice to them and include them in games even though they probably didn’t speak our language yet. Tom said…

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A Two-Way Street

She was as quiet as a mouse. Lying in the middle of her king size bed that she hadn’t shared with anybody but me for as long as I could remember, her body looked slender, fragile and — strangely peaceful. Unsure of what to do I stood in the open door and watched her motionless…

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On the Way

Alex leaves the bar. The air is mild. A truly wonderful night to die. It’s not the first time she’s having…

Cruel Intentions

The school toilets in the basement are wet and cold. Ever since they had reconstructed the bathrooms near the cafeteria in…