short fiction

Birds by zine e rockyn.

Birds

Her touch was like dry ice, foreign and painful, yet warm to the point of hot and I’d been so, so cold, shivers still ran through me with each stroke.
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Bettina by r j joseph.

Bettina

How could I find joy in my heart when my soul cried out with theirs, understanding I would surely meet my end as dreadfully as they, forcefully tethered to one who I despised and, moreover, feared?
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Homewarrior by catherine toler.

Homewrecker

The house we’re headed to dates from the mid-1700s and I’m pretty excited t— [garbled]. There may not be quite as much wrecking with this one. The owners want to keep her largely intact [tires thump] most of our work will take place in the attic.
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