Dystopian – Page 2 – cereal after sex

A cluster of people, a church group he guessed, were on their knees in a semi-circle, and they had their… Read more.

The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (1)

“You’re rebellious,” the girl quipped. “You kill based on random conspiracies without any factual basis.” Read more.

“You’re both wrong. This is an answer to my wish. You remember, Ed, I said I wanted a haircut and… Read more.

Gracelyn Polk was on her stomach on a small bed in a girlish bedroom of pink. Her legs were bent… Read more.

Farm Guy quickly got up from the table, went to the refrigerator and yanked open the door. He was pretending… Read more.

Gracelyn Polk stood in front of her social studies classroom and cleared her throat as she looked down at the… Read more.

It was the general Midwestern place found in the great picture book of the American dream, now dreamless. The homes… Read more.

A bastard chill struck a prophecy of a coming autumn as Astron Puffin sat on a fallen tree deep in… Read more.

He watched her from the safety of a window inside as Gracelyn poked at the worn strip of earth below… Read more.

The salt and pepper scruff on his face was uneven, choppy like a soured sea, as if he had used… Read more.