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

Adopted

Adopted

Synthetic describes the overhead, ambiance-ruining muzak that simultaneously blares too loudly and yet, also not loud enough to drown out the obnoxious jingles of the store next door selling electronics-type goods. She imagines that the sound embodies a sort of harpsichord/pianoforte synthesis. Stark, the air grows more dull each artificially lit moment by artificially lit moment. Read more

Watching

Watching

You never meant to find yourself at this place, standing tall above a prostrate person as he sleeps, peacefully, blissfully unaware of the future that waits to strike him down, relieve him of his life. You can’t help but wonder what will happen to him, really, after you blow this bullet through his head. Nothing with regards to the physical toil and toll, obviously, but metaphysically, you wonder; what happens next? How does the final exit unfold? Where does “he” end up? Read more

SRHSL

SRHSL

When I look back on my life, maybe the problem largely speaks to personal revelation as opposed to lacking time for deep introspection. The room falls silent. Everyone’s eyes fix themselves upon me. What have I said? Cort and Bailee whisper something to each other. “I’m sorry. I must’ve zoned out for a moment,” I attempt in a way that I can only presume sounds inadequate. “Oh, darling girl,” the old man —Mr. or Sr. Regrettable High-Seat Lazlo— seated at the head of the enormous conference table feigns, unsympathetic. Read more