Me and my best friend hung out every night on the streets, smoking cigarettes and talking to older boys in cars.
Category: Original Fiction
The president’s national security advisor delivered the words she had dreaded hearing: “Madam President, I’m afraid you can no longer safely appear in public.”
Matt sneezed all over the pig fetus and then wiped his nose with his glove covered with formaldehyde and who knows what viruses.
The blockbuster success of Black Panther at least partly revolved around its fantastical representation of its imaginary kingdom of Wakanda as the most technologically advanced society in the world.
My elementary school invited me in for an assembly before I was set to leave. Kids made banners and gave me good luck cards.
As usual, Deadman has left me a car at the airport, and, for the first time since Irma hit, I bump along the rutted streets of Road Town.
I am the enemy of those of blood and breath.
This guy had a scar on his cheek as dry as the Arroyo Taiban.
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