“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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I am a Filter – Art is my Truth

“She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” – Rainbow Rowell If I found a way to describe it all, would you see what I see? I think about this question a lot. My mind will drift at odd times…

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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…