Tag: short-story
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On The Road The apartment was a dying thing pretending to live.Exposed brick sweated with damp, the plaster flaking in tired curls. The hum of an old refrigeration unit droned from the kitchenette like a failing heart. Out the cracked…
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Afternoon Blue Ash City moved at its usual weekday rhythm, shoes clattering across pavement, vendors calling over the thrum of traffic, neon signs glowing stubbornly against the strong midday sun. Apricot drifted with the current down Iwai Street. The air…
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Morning Images of dim burgundy light pulsed through Apricot Signa’s dreams, like lantern glow bleeding through silk, warm and steady with her heartbeat. For a moment she drifted inside it, safe. She thought of paper lanterns strung across Castor’s summer…
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Blood In The Streets Night pooled in New Ash City like spilled ink, neon rims bleeding into the gutters. Arikado moved through it the way a man moves through a dream he doesn’t trust, slow, precise, senses on thin wire.…
