short story

  • Charity Case

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       I remember the first time I received charity. Which, in my mind, was considered a handout. That’s what my father would call it. Someone in my community had nominated me. I received notification by mail with scarce information. It felt like a covert operation. It felt wrong. Only date, time, and location to receive…

  • Things That Keep Me Awake

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    I am tragically aware that I have spent my whole life chasing a love, that grievously, I will never feel. I then nurtured another me, and also, damned them of that love. The woman before me— void of that love. And now here we sit. Worlds apart. Silent. Malnourished. It didn’t have to be this…

  • His Love

    He couldn’t resist loudly pointing out every flaw he could find in her. Each negative comment seemed to give him a twisted sense of satisfaction, a proud, almost childlike glee on his face. He reveled in his harsh judgments, like a parent admiring their newborn, except his admiration was for his own cruel observations. He…