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Dead Man: 3

The bus was crowded, as usual. Workers heading into the city, like himself. John sat downstairs at the back, over the engine, in the warm odour of...
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The Last Resort

The Last Resort By Paul McCann About six missiles crossed over the rooftops before hitting their target in the city centre . It was the first attack...
Cherry

Flamebearer

(for those who walk both worlds) Some glide in light— barefoot through fields, faces bathed in sun, never knowing the weight of shadows behind them...
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Cherry

Entry 5 — Someone (no—Something) In The House

Journal of Isla Loren March 20 Location: Upstairs hallway outside the second bedroom Weather: Dark, thick like ink sealing the windows Time: 11:14 p...
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Blue Whale On A Bed Of Nails

I’ve been awake since 3.45 am. I got up to take a piss and then went back to bed. Big mistake, I should have got up, made a coffee and started the...
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Cherry

Out of Season

​The soil was still warm. Even though frost clung to car windows and the neighbor’s roof glittered like sugar, Nora pressed her fingers into the...
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Dead Man: 2

John Bardo begins the last day of his life... On the way back to the bedroom, John turned on the gas boiler and clicked the stat up a notch – just...
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Cherry

The Last Customer

The diner was nearly empty, the kind of dead quiet that only came after midnight—booth lights dimmed to amber, pie case humming softly in the back...
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Entry 4 — The Things We Cover

Journal of Isla Loren — March 20 Location: upstairs hallway outside the second bedroom Weather: cloud-thickened morning, wind pressing against the...
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The Museum

On opening day, the street shimmered with excitement. Crowds had gathered, rosy-cheeked, scarves looped tight. Kids bounced on their toes, holding...
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