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After almost three years, Arnold was still kept in the basement. He slept on cold concrete, regardless of the season. They gave him a bowl of water every morning, and scraps of food, sometimes vegetables, sometimes leftover meat, usually not much more than bread, some cereal, crackers.
There were no windows in the basement, no color, […]
It’s the end of the earth. Jill and Jack hold hands at the very edge, so close they can taste the thickness of the void in their breath. They can put forth a toe and watch it disappear.
It’s not a drop, or a fall, past the end of the earth. It’s just empty whiteness stretching […]
Yeah, I stand at this corner; I’m waiting. I’ve been waiting a long time. This is Midnight, the City of Night, where dreams have failed and nightmare has taken over the day. There’s no sun, there’s only the slightest sliver of hope, and there’s a million souls who will gladly shovel these lies into your […]
His body was a battleground.
His name was Adam Wright. He grew up on Long Island, went to college, got a job, all the things typical American boys do; and at some point, he grew up. He became a full-fledged, card-carrying, honest-to-God Man. He found a wife. He fathered a child. He earned promotions and sacked […]
The statue stands there, perfectly still, as though it’s not alive. As though it doesn’t breathe. As though no soul resides inside.
It’s a statue of a goddess, half naked, bow in hand, poised as though she’s already released the arrow. Straight up; and every twenty or so years, when the moon’s trajectory is just right, […]
When he was invisible, Teddy did all the things he dreamt of doing. He lingered in the girl’s locker room. He took fifty bucks out of the cash register at the convenience store, as well as a bottle of cream soda. He tripped people walking down the hall. He punched Aaron in the back of […]
There’s a certain time of day when the light comes through the window just right. It’s only about thirty minutes, but during that time the painter works furiously. He’s a tenth degree ninja master with a brush. Colors are his mistresses. Shape and shadow, his muses.
Angie is his model.
Since there’s only thirty minutes a day […]
When the night is cold and long, the windows tight, the full moon outside shining through slats in the Venetian blinds, she returns.
When echoes bounce down the halls and tease the cat and tickle your ears, when you wish the things you hear are the recognizable creaks and groans of a settling house, she returns.
You don’t trust the guy with the camera. The angle of his head. The way he leers. The way he holds his camera like a pet vulture.
He’s tall, thin, long-armed, and all in black. The camera, not a new-fangled digital thing, has too long a lens, the glass of it like a compound eye, all-seeing, […]