“Heroes aren’t dead!” a female voice cut through the loud air of the bar fight. It was as if the woman snapped Aia into a trance. The yells, the music blasting over the voices—everything had come to a stop, and for a moment, all Aia
James. My world is kind of falling apart these days. But it’s not falling apart because of you. In fact, you are one of the few things that make it feel stable. *** Sarah stood next to a small grove. Roofs of dirty outskirts stretched
A tiny diary-style fiction. 22:30 **Bangkok, my apartment. I come home, turn on the lights, walk into the bathroom, and there he is, running frantically across my bathroom floor. I panic, running away. 22:48 I took a shower—spider has disappeared under my suitcase. I dried
