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She ran out of wine, so she drank blood. She ran out of blood, so she drank darkness. She ran out of darkness, so she unlocked her heart. She found Desire there and drank it until it was no more.
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She ran out of wine, so she drank blood. She ran out of blood, so she drank darkness. She ran out of darkness, so she unlocked her heart. She found Desire there and drank it until it was no more.
I kid you not, darlin’
I was given 10 question marks a day — that was all my parents could afford — so when I saw Stella one night at the ice cream shop, she thought I didn’t care because I didn’t ask her anything.
I kid you not, darlin’
I was given 10 question marks a day — that was all my parents could afford — so when I saw Stella one night at the ice cream shop, she thought I didn’t care because I didn’t ask her anything.
a hundred miles wide
: “I’m going to kiss you the way the asteroid kissed the dinosaurs,” she said. : “Won’t that leave a mark?” asked the pretty boy. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
a hundred miles wide
: “I’m going to kiss you the way the asteroid kissed the dinosaurs,” she said. : “Won’t that leave a mark?” asked the pretty boy. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
no ants in the sugar
: “The day she married me, it rained sugar. The day she divorced me, it rained blood. The day I met your grandmother though, it didn’t rain at all,” the man said. : She blinked away a raindrop. The clouds
no ants in the sugar
: “The day she married me, it rained sugar. The day she divorced me, it rained blood. The day I met your grandmother though, it didn’t rain at all,” the man said. : She blinked away a raindrop. The clouds
her slingshot legs
I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs. “Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said. She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”
her slingshot legs
I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs. “Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said. She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”
the laughing lake
Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake. {flash fiction ~
the laughing lake
Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake. {flash fiction ~
my T-shirt is a napkin
“I’ve been on a diet of lean African children, but every once in a while, I have a cheat-meal and feast on an American,” said the candid cannibal. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
my T-shirt is a napkin
“I’ve been on a diet of lean African children, but every once in a while, I have a cheat-meal and feast on an American,” said the candid cannibal. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
how Summer killed Winter
: “I don’t know what to make of you,” said the little girl to Winter. : “Make me into a snowman,” Winter said. : “But I don’t like snowmen; they just stand there.” : “Then make us parts of a
how Summer killed Winter
: “I don’t know what to make of you,” said the little girl to Winter. : “Make me into a snowman,” Winter said. : “But I don’t like snowmen; they just stand there.” : “Then make us parts of a
blood instead of sap
: “I’ve never told anyone these things,” she said. : “I know.” I nodded. : “How?” : “The way you said them.” : Our bodies did the talking later and afterward, she was nestled in my arms, swinging her breath
blood instead of sap
: “I’ve never told anyone these things,” she said. : “I know.” I nodded. : “How?” : “The way you said them.” : Our bodies did the talking later and afterward, she was nestled in my arms, swinging her breath
return to sender
The Moon didn’t get my birthday card — I found out — so I took her around town, up the coast and down the coast, through the park and into the apricot tree I used to climb. She made no
return to sender
The Moon didn’t get my birthday card — I found out — so I took her around town, up the coast and down the coast, through the park and into the apricot tree I used to climb. She made no
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