Category Archives: The Story

She

She faced the beast and the pale, distracted haze left her eyes. Her gaze was as shockingly clear as the beast’s first terrible pounce. Her clothes grew spikes and her fingernails became claws. Her teeth lengthened into knife-like fangs. There … Continue reading

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Chrysalis

She put the caterpillar to her mouth. It entered willingly, and she swallowed it whole. Almost immediately, her skin began to change. Dark specks appeared, and subtle seams like cracks in ice, as if those were the places her skin was … Continue reading

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Did I fall?

It’s got a desperate pulse. It’s beating furiously. It’s hard and cold and pale. It’s horrible. It’s so horrible, it’s beautiful.

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Sunrise, Autumn Equinox

The sun reached out to the tiny stone as if he had arms, and fed it to himself as if he had a mouth. He felt restored almost instantly, and the stone, of its own accord, made its way from … Continue reading

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How long did I fall?

How far? This was not an abyss, which has sides and which, however deep or wide apart, still would have seemed to hold me inside itself. Here, there were no sides, nothing to suggest I may ever, ever be pressed … Continue reading

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Small Change

The policeman watched the woman walk calmly out of the woods with her new companion. He still didn’t know where he was, or how he’d got here. She was a petty thief, seemed almost violent, and she was his only … Continue reading

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Almost Near Enough

The earth shook and the trees shivered. A moment later, we could see a large, shadowy form making its way toward us. Then its great, long face pressed into the clearing. As elephants go, it wasn’t particularly big. Still, neither … Continue reading

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The Ringing Bell

Once, when the Policeman was about nine years old, he’d gone to his classroom during recess to stash away a new stick for his collection. As he carefully wrapped it in his spare sweater, two older boys rushed in. One … Continue reading

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The Fall

Once, the Sun was the subject of much celestial acclaim. Above all other suns, the citizens of the universe turned their clamor to this one, and for good reason. He was unique among stars in many ways—a fervent traveler, an … Continue reading

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Following the Sound

Far away, the sleeping Elephant awoke to a tiny clip, clipping sound. He tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. The sound was soft, but incessant, like a wind-whipped leaf trapped against a light pole. It … Continue reading

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