The Parasite My hand isn’t mine. It keeps trying to hurt me. I was able to live with it, keeping the limb numb with mountains of meds. Until today. Now, I lay on the ground, with its fingers wrapped around a serrated steak knife. Pierce, stab, over and over, slowly tearing through the layers of […]
Read more "horror flash by Cristian: a teenager in south central new mexico"“Howling at the Moon” Coyote knew there would be water at the bottom of the arroyo. Coyote’s tongue was lolling about as he weaved his way between eternally thirsty dunes and bone dry alluvial fans. Just thinking about that water made him yelp in anticipation. None but his brothers knew of that tiny pool of […]
Read more "HOWLING AT THE MOON – IGNACIO IBARRA"rock You see that rock up there on this hill? Yeah, the one that looks like a face? Yeah what about it? They call that mountain the Franklins.A few years before it was called something different and later they will call it something else. So what? When that rock was new it witnessed the river […]
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