I woke up Saturday morning on my own. No one had to call me, like on a school day. It was summer, and school was over. In my PJs, I ran from my room to the kitchen. Grabbing my box of Captain Crunch cereal, a soup bowl, and a glass of milk, I made my way back to my sanctuary.…
Category: Flash Fiction
She’s Not Adam
Transferred around the third marking period to Somerset Academy High, Amanda felt like an introvert during biology class. The few friends she did have, that she could talk to, were in Ohio, a thousand miles away. Shutting down her Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook accounts at the advice of Marilyn, her mother, added to the loneliness a teen could feel, magnified…
Not My Script
The metal chair was bolted to the floor. A chain wrapped around my chest and lower body, securing me like a package. My strength ebbed away like a slow tide returning to sea. Naked, I shivered from cold and fright, focusing on the latter. My left hand slightly restrained provided enough freedom to find the button that pumped drugs into…
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