While she walked, her mind wandered over the decaying ruins of broken memories. As usual. ...

I picture you in the snow, white powder dusting your knees. I picture you wearing cheap, black, machine-knit gloves from Walmart ...

It’s easier to feel nothing, so he tries that. He fails. He wanders the Bronx in the dark, face lit up sporadically by the cigarette ...

John gestures toward the barman and he sloshes whiskey carelessly over both he and Carl’s shot glasses, splashing some on the bar top. ...

As the oldest rat in this colony, I must have seen every kinda mouse trap ever made. The old woman who owns this house is obsessed ...

The sky is all shades of grey and bulging with the weight of the water inside, while the wind has picked up and rustles their hair ...

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person who chose their career path based on how little interaction with others would be required. ...

This new home I moved into today seems lovelier than ever. Tall glass windows on all sides, and the most luscious cedar floors. ...