creative fiction

Divine

I always used to think sentiments were superficial. A couple hugging, a baby crying- all displays, none real. But that moment, at that...

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Rebecca

The landing at the top of the stairs sounded the loudest lament. Her fingers traced the expansion and contraction lines on the white-washed...

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The March on Washington

“Call her.” Bo steers their late model Buick into the dirt driveway with one hand and flicks her Camel out the window with the other...

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TRAFFIC

I was dumber than shit when Big C started talking to me. Don’t know what I was thinking, guess I kinda liked the attention from the new...

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Grace

I knew for weeks before he finally told her. His teeth gave him away. I’d never seen them before, then one day there they were. Every...

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Special, Baby

I liked his calloused hands running over the smooth skin on my back, us standing there, me in my thong that he bought for me and a pair of...

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Unborn

Maja’s hair was a black curtain. Like a child, she imagined it protected her as she sat on the train, her hand cupped over her stomach....

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The Titanic Was Huge

Thanksgiving was in the past, and the New Year, as ever, in the future. It was winter in New York, a season for parties. Accompanied by his...

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