Cassie
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“my own world of make-believe”
“You ever get tired of being this way kid?” his voice mocks me. “You ever just want to quit?” “Why quit? We’re just getting started.” The smoke of burning rubber fogs the empty street. In the distance, their taillights are swallowed by the void. They’ll come back. They always do. “Yes, whenever you need them Continue reading
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“It’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces”
“It’s a fucking ziggurat,” Mackie spits out. “Look the way it towers out of fucking nowhere.” Anderson just smiles through bloodstained teeth. The three of them, some psychotropic fight club, had been at it for hours. At the penultimate round, Anderson reached around the poor fuck’s neck and sunk his teeth in. Moves like that Continue reading
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Listening to demons
God sits at the end of the bar, nursing the strongest whisky he can muster. Boozed breath evaporates sobriety the moment I walk into the place. God isn’t a man, though he prefers the male pronouns. He isn’t a woman, either. He isn’t much of anything. Just an idea that we all have regardless if Continue reading
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The Worst Things Beautiful
Sometimes I forget people exist. Sometimes I forget they stop existing. Sometimes I forget some people never existed to begin with. Cassandra – but everyone calls me Cassie – wakes up one morning, staring up at the ceiling fan rotating above the bed she shares with long-term girlfriend, Flor. A buzz of a Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 