Tag Archives: short story

A Sticky Exchange

Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 7am: Stop drinking my blood Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 9pm: Gross, I would never! Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 10pm: I know it was you Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 11pm: I don’t even drink blood Hot pink post-it, found on bedroom door, 2am: Did […]

Apple Heart

When I was born, I did not have a heart, so the Doctor fashioned one for me out of an apple. In return, every day for the rest of my life, I was to bring him an apple. Until I was old enough to walk, mama delivered the apple to the Doctor, carrying me swaddled […]

Motorcycle Jack

Her name was Motorcycle Jack and I didn’t know whether I wanted to be her or to fuck her when we met. “Motorcycles aren’t just machines. Motorcycles have a soul. They’re better than people.” That was her motto and I adopted it like the eleventh commandment the summer I worked the round-up, sitting beneath the […]

Until Death Do Us Part

Her hand was soft in mine, delicate and smooth as the day I met her. Not a trace of the spots beginning to darken and form on my own hands. I prayed that she did not look down and notice them. She hadn’t last time, but they were more noticeable now. When she gazed upon […]

The Museum of Claire

The Museum of Claire is 32 dollars to get in but it’s well worth the price of admission if you’re interested in our time traveler. The numbers vary, but there are currently seven Claires in residence, ranging in age from 24 to 53-years-old. I would recommend making the trip soon. # Claire has three rules […]