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Imagine Me

"The words are blown I couldn't have anticipated. A spare. That's all I ever was, I realize. A spare part kept in captivity. A backup weapon in case that all else failed. Shatter me. Break glass in case of emergency."... Continue Reading →

If the world was ending…part viii

Seven minutes. Seven. Minutes. Seven minutes since Seth and Mr. Hammond slipped from the car and into the dark. Anna and Mrs. Hammond had talked, whispering into the dark and increasingly cold of truck. Anna wrapped arms around herself. Seth... Continue Reading →

If the world was ending…part vii

The cold wrapped around him like a blanket, stealing his warmth. His breath. His father was on his left, his footsteps quiet on the ground. He darted glances at his father. Derek Benard Hammond was a tall man. The youngest... Continue Reading →

If the world was ending…part vi

Quiet. Being in a car without radio was so quiet. No more fights over the aux cord. No more scanning stations. No more streaming apps. Those days were over or nearly over. Her cell phone still had a full battery... Continue Reading →

if the world was ending…part v

He found Anna in her apartment, the last of the bags beside her. Her face was somber. She spoke without turning. “You know,” she said. “I picked every piece that went into this place. It was a point of personal... Continue Reading →

if the world was ending… part iv

It had taken an hour to load everything into his truck. He was antsy. The longer it took. The more nervous. He became. The last news report he had seen said that mobs roamed the streets at night. Anna herself... Continue Reading →

if the world was ending…part iii

So, this is Seth. He’s cute. He was tall. He looked like he knew his way around a gym but didn’t live in it. Big hands that made mine feel small. He smelled…he smelled amazing. Whatever cologne he was wearing... Continue Reading →

if the world was ending part ii

The phone was disconnected. His parents were idiots. He loved them but for crying out loud! He scrubbed a hand over his increasing irritated face. They. Weren’t. Answering. The. Phone! He threw his gear into his truck. He’d loaded it... Continue Reading →

Something New (microfiction)

Tears streamed down her face. He lied. Had a lied to her. He'd promised. He'd promised! She backed up slowly. "Thomas, please...you said we weren't like the others. You said you'd never to me. What are you doing? Why are... Continue Reading →

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