Serial Fiction – Page 6 – cereal after sex

“It’s not playing with dolls! It takes real creativity and skill to make a doll look beautiful and perfect. There’s… Read more.

Child of the Cabbage (Ep. 4)

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.

Gracelyn Polk sat at her desk in the middle of her world history classroom at Cabbage Junction Primary School. She… Read more.

Gracelyn Polk sat in the Cabbage Junction Public Library reading about the Napoleonic Wars from an old, oversized book. Read more.

The group emerged from the forest and onto the side of a broken and buckled road littered with debris. There… Read more.

It was when Linnifrid turned to gather her things that the shrunken and deformed people came out of the darkness… Read more.

Linnifrid was hungry, but she had nothing to eat. Her stomach grumbled. “I would give anything for a steaming pot… Read more.

There was some blood, and she wet a finger and ran it across one of the scrapes and then stuck… Read more.

The air was dead still and full of natural carnage. Papa shielded his eyes from the strange bright light with… Read more.

“I don’t mind tree huggers, but I draw the line at ass lookers… No, you dumb horse, take a gander… Read more.

At the end of gravity, only the heartless still eat and smile and roll around in the dirty motel cities… Read more.