She and Her

She and Her

She looks happy today. Content. I can’t reconcile her desire to wear such an unflattering type of pant with the general appeal of her overall body. She’s too short for them. Or maybe, she’s too tall? I don’t really know. Obviously, I care, though. No, I don’t really care. Where is she off to, today? In only the outfit and no extra layers, my guess is that she’s only running out to pick up something quick. Maybe a snack. Maybe lunch? It’s too early for lunch. Oh, her backpack, the tiny fucking thing. Where is she going? No, no, no! Your phone’s still plugged in!  Read more

Gaps

Gaps

At some point, the light fades and all grows dark under the shadow of a larger, more significant, more powerful thing that steals and imbibes everything that once gave you life, meaning, purpose, a life worth living. When that point comes, no one can say, and no one can know. In fact, no one will even know that the shadow has been cast upon you, since the mind is an elusive place where creatures roam and beings taunt.  Read more

Nole

Nole

No one eats out anymore, or so they tell me. I mean, of course I understand the concept of eating out, but no, I have not experienced such a thing for myself. My mom tells me that it’s sort of like when we go to other people’s bases and eat food together, except that when you “eat out,” strangers make the food for you so no one has to cook or prepare anything. My dad says that the convenience really made or makes the whole system work, but that my mother’s cooking tasted, tastes, no tasted back on Earth, better. Read more

Edits

Edits

The heavy fog of fear settles between them. Misty, the room falls silent—less the distinct sound of paper passing over paper, the shuffling happening ever-so-often, interrupted only by the straightening flick of said paper. Dark, candlelight illuminates small, two-foot pockets of space throughout the tiny room. She waits patiently, nervous, cross-legged comfortably on the heated, wooden flooring. He reads quietly, stoic, seated comfortably in the plush, leather sofa. Read more

Pomp

Pomp

Absolutely, everyone had noticed at this point, but they were all either too spiteful or too embarrassed for themselves or her to say anything to her face directly. There stood the possibility that she, herself, actually knew of the situation about which everyone else also knew. If he were a betting man, he would say that the chance that she knew that everyone gossiped about her equaled exactly one-hundred percent. Whether or not she knew about what they all gossiped, he could not say. Read more