Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose Wilson Suffer Loss By Fire

While my great-grandfather was getting married on Christmas day 1906, his father's barn was burning to the ground. Click here for source.

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The Galaxy Nightclub

He traced my name into my chest after he heard it, the e blazing across my ribs like a comet. On the dance floor, he grabbed my hips and kissed me. "What's that for?" I asked. "For the stars in your eyes."

The Aniseed

a woman found an aniseed among some withered recipes inside: recumbent fantasies Of gray days swelled with ecstasy  

Prehensile

Summary: At a time when most humans have developed prehensile tails, a woman returns home from a trip to find distinct changes in her loafer of a son.     Bart didn't hear me come into the apartment. He remained hunched over his laptop, headphones corking his ears. The brusque taxi driver plopped my enormous …

The Injured

The young man sitting next to me on the bench only stopped muttering to himself after a mewling came from the next car. A whimper, low at first, soon blazed into the telltale agony only a country doctor could rattle out of a man. The scrabble of people in the train car with me tensed …