Paranormal

Over time, her beautiful body will wear away back into nothingness, and this is all to be expected. There is no reason for you to be alarmed.

This is a city of many faces. It folds itself into dark corners. It stretches out its fingers of neon signs and asphalt. It unrolls itself like a magic carpet. It changes from day to day. It had a heart that beats in the center, though no one knows …

CONTENT WARNING: “You work as what, a fisherman?” I nearly jump clean out my skin at the sound of she voice, tough like sugarcane when you done chew the fibres dry. “Fisherm …?” I stutter. She sweet like cane, too? Shame make me fling the thought ’w…

CONTENT WARNING: If there is already a layer of artifice to you, if already you are pretending, but failing at pretending, why would it matter if someone, or something—I am talking about a BetterYou—pretends to be you, but does a better job at it? W…

Huddled in the cleanest of the bathroom’s stalls, Lindsey flips open a new browsing window on her phone. Russian Royalty in the East End Mall Starbucks – w4w, she types. via Pocket

Mom's house didn't look like a murderer's.

When that summer ended, Brazilians felt nothing but joy.

As a noun, ajé meant energy, sorcery, power. But to its adepts, it had always meant me, we, us, a way of wishing others well.

It was during the time the Angel lived with us. I could no longer bear sweeping the feathers.

The first time your mother swallows you whole you don’t really see it coming.

The king had already enslaved two grinders for failing him. I didn't want to be the third.

The calendar indicates that it is the tail end of this interminable winter. The snow—up to the woman’s iridescent, striped knee socks—blocking her old school’s gym entrance says otherwise. The ritu…

The sick man is buried in the cold sand with only his head and his left arm showing. He is dressed in a pressure suit and looks like a man from Mars. He can hear the pounding of surf and the soft s…

"Hey," I blurted out. "I think your camera's broken."

She winked. “I think I have something for you,” she said.

“Marriage is like an offer. It compels one to exist in two different worlds. Can you really handle that much trouble?”

And then, nothing was important anymore. So he decided to become an agitator, to disturb the peace.

The dragon orders an iced caramel mocha, / tapping her foot impatiently / while she waits in line.

chatting with each other about the dark weather, stuttering in their time loops

“You must not tell anyone,” she said. “I am one of those that cannot die, the Bakirshi.”

I'm sixteen when George and I figure out the aliens will pay to watch us fight.

There is a hidden transcript, and one of its secrets is this: try to unforget World War Zero.

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I should tell you about the gods, yes? Good setting for it. Here in the desert, hunger and thirst sharpen the soul.