Fiction
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[It takes Guts to] :: partial draft
At some point in a fading dusk, Aileen wore a fuschia dress with mud- soaked brown combat boots, of which the gridded footprints trailed up to the 15th step of the staircase. She was barely visible. In this lighting, she looked infinitely merciful. At the top of the staircase was the Winged Victory of Samothrace. Continue reading
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Trashed Draft #3 | possible recycle
The weather was 18 degrees and the floor felt so chill to my face that it almost burned; my ears pressed against the wood that hummed from the washing machine tumbling in the basement. It was a muffled, encapsulating hum that overpowered the sounds that atmosphered the other ear. Dian, Rishi, and Cass had been Continue reading
An Assortment of Not-Rights 