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inexplicable realities, cosmic strangeness, things that resist ordinary supernatural explanations
“I don’t want to go,” Don complained. He didn’t want to go to a strip bar. It wasn’t his thing. He felt awkward, embarrassed. He couldn’t care less what they did; it wasn’t like they did it for anything other…
“What exactly do you dream?” The psychologist spoke without emotion. That was his manner. He was always calm, always placid. “What do you think?” “I can’t imagine, I’m sure. Let me guess. Wealth? Power? You seem to have a thirst…
1. The road wound around the curve and he floored the car. He loved taking the Pinto on the back roads and opening it up. He hadn’t owned it long, but it had potential to be a sweet ride. The…
My neighbor buried her husband three days after the accident. She didn’t cry at the funeral. That should’ve been the first red flag. At night, I heard her through the walls. Our houses are too close together. At first, it…
Of course she didn’t do it; she knew she didn’t do anything illegal. The point was convincing them she didn’t do it. How was that possible? They wrongly assumed her guilt. Guilty until proven innocent. It was unjust; how could…
She recognized the laugh. The sweet and carefree laugh that played through the wind. Echoes of a little girl who became so bitter with age. The past seemed to rush before her in a play of words and melodies. She…
And I’ll treat it exactly like the others: preserve the period voice and only correct actual problems. In total, she’d made it twenty-three years, six months and fifteen days. Still, hope eluded her. She emptied another bedpan into the dilapidated…
Sylvia locked the bathroom door, but didn’t know why she bothered. She plopped down on the closed commode and listened to the rush of two voices outside. “I didn’t know she’d come home,” her husband apologized. “Well, you better next…
The flame flickered inside the old rusting heater. Most of the device’s original beige enamel was being overtaken by the encroaching red corrosion. The small mobile home reeked with the sharp odor of kerosene. Yes, the fumes probably were harmful,…
Oh, why not write these things down? Why not, I say? For what is real and what is not? I am suspended over what my doctor calls the “dream-reality haze.” Isn’t that convenient? After all, what would anyone that’s crazy…
