Spending the small hours of her days vacuuming was something she had gotten used to ever since moving in with… Read more The Hairball
Spending the small hours of her days vacuuming was something she had gotten used to ever since moving in with… Read more The Hairball
Roaming the streets of some already characteristically quaint therefore prone-to-all-businesses-constantly-being-closed-regardless-of-it-being-a-holiday-or-not European town, Rilka had to wonder if she had made… Read more Assumption Day Makes An Ass of U and I
“Comment dit-on ‘chick flick’?” a boy named Kelly has the gall to half-cough, half-snicker after Mila, per the prompt of… Read more Comment Dit-On “Prickhead”?
She was in the strange and unusual position of being one of the only female bell-ringers in Europe. And one… Read more The Half-Finished Belfry
He was handicapped early on in life, when his parents missed the boat on teaching him how to ride a… Read more The Guts of a Mylar Balloon in the Shape of a Pacifier
If I blow dry my hair long enough, I think I can maybe–just maybe–exorcise the memories of you still left… Read more The Beauty Regime As Lobotomy
It became a destination, many millennia after the ancestors of the rich currently inhabiting Apogee seemed to have forgotten all… Read more A Safari of Ghetto Earth
Humanity is foul. It really ought not to exist in places of such profound and previously unmarred beauty. But somehow,… Read more Trashballs of Positano
I spent the best and worst years of my life trying to be visible to self-involved cunts with no taste… Read more What’s The Formula For Not Concerning Oneself With Assholes’ Opinions?
“Ain’t life grand?” Inês asked wistfully. “Are you microdosing again?” I replied. Inês tended to do that, and so many… Read more Ain’t Life Grand When It Doesn’t Cost You Several?