Take Pills and Wait for Hips | Anya DeNiro
There are boulders of grief flying off your shoulders.
There are boulders of grief flying off your shoulders.
Ames knew men who, rather than break their own trail in a hunt, followed another hunter and took that man’s discoveries as his own.
Once, The Daily Argus had fact-checkers, copy editors, legal advisers. Those people are gone now, and in their place there’s the Farm.
My risk-assessment module predicts a 53 percent chance of a human-on-human massacre before the end of the contract.
In this story, “All The Things You’ll Never Do,” Bess is an airport TSA officer straining against her starched uniform to be given respect for once in her life, like…
The thing about being the murdered babysitter is you set the plot in motion.
The animal has been in our backyard every night for the past two weeks, always in the same spot by the northern fence. I sit by the kitchen window all…
“I am the Avenging Echo,” Barhydt said. “I am the Beast of Remembering.” He gave the man a gentle slap on the side of the head and walked to the…
I’ve been getting into fiction podcasts lately and one I really love is Drabblecast. Check out this episode.
This story about a day at an amusement park is so creepy and delightful. {listen}