A man she had not known was wearing the skin of the boy she had known all her life. His rust-brown eyes, the roundness of his lips, and the mole near his collarbone were the same pieces of desire ... [+]
Melinda hears the wind blowing outside when her hands are buried in a bowl full of lotus seeds. If she were out in the woods, she could feel the autumn chills running down her spine. Yet she chooses ... [+]
Once in a blue moon as the moonlight reflects off the rippling waves, glittering like stars in a silk sky, I feel the thread between worlds loosen. Gaps in the seams. I wade in, slowly at first ... [+]
One Blue Moon Best Paired with: a gallon of fear and a sliver of courage Cook time: the next six months (trust me, it's worth it.) Wet Ingredients: 1 year of unbelief, a splash of "maybe" ... [+]
The moon is not enough to light up the room or scare away the "monsters." At 21, I still struggle with sleeping in the quiet and hollow darkness. It is lonely, cold, and stern—a void of nothingness as ... [+]
The journal of Oliver Andrew Wong, formerly of the Yorktown Institute of Travel, class of '32 October 7th, 2034: It had seemed an unfair statement to call it a scam, but there it was. Very much ... [+]
She wears a dark hooded cloak. It overshadows most of her face, sharp features deftly hidden beneath darkness. Poised, she stands carefully watching out for the slight ruffle of the leaves that sit ... [+]
Dara Brown lay in a pool of blood and shrapnel, sputtering droplets of reddish saliva into the pristine snow as a hazy darkness began to settle over the corner of his eyes. He had witnessed a ... [+]
The monkey was staring at me.
I looked away, stepping aside to give it a wide berth. Making eye contact with animals always made me nervous since I knew some thought eye contact was a sign of
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When an unexpected incident occurs in one's life, is it purely a once-in-a-blue-moon event? Or is there a deeper, hidden meaning waiting to be discovered? Allow me to recount such an encounte ... [+]
It was raining. Two men in long coats walked side by side, hands in pockets, faces behind upturned collars. The street they were on was empty except for them, their path flanked by a long row of ... [+]
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"Doctor, what's wrong with her." Six-year-old Hazel shifts uncomfortably, like a convict in an interrogation chair, as her mother rattles off her symptoms. It sounds like she's dying, afflicted ... [+]
I have been long exalted as the explorer of the forgotten. I traverse the chilliest peaks and the most blistering of jungles to exhume the secrets of past civilisations. My bedroom is littered with ... [+]
Robert and Mary Jones's house sits on Tuffnell Park Road, number 134A. Mostly a gift from Mary's family, but Robert had a couple of dimes saved up from the yard where he worked back in 1923. The ... [+]
