When I met Death, he was eating at a little diner on King’s St. It had been a long day working in the Southern Californian sun…
Martha picked her way delicately across the wooden floor, doing her best to ignore the broken glass and rusted metal…
I’m thrashing and straining, screaming and convulsing, sobbing, slamming my head against my pillow.
They cut me.
I killed myself Friday evening in the company office.
The creature that stood on the wooden platform may have been a woman at one point, but that was before they had…
She was a drowned swan, the feathers of her wedding dress fanned out around her in the shallow water. From a distance she…