The Dating Doula
I finish washing up—one cup, one plate, one fork. I’m passing by the door on my way to watch TV all by my lonesome when I hear voices. The words are muffled, but the tones…
I finish washing up—one cup, one plate, one fork. I’m passing by the door on my way to watch TV all by my lonesome when I hear voices. The words are muffled, but the tones…
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. The salon opens at ten, but I awaken before the lights flicker on. I feel the sun through the smudged glass of…
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. (Content Warning: some mature content and graphic scenes) I want to tell you a story. My name is Seraphine. I was born, what…
The hedgerows file past in a green blur that mirrors the passage of time. He does not notice this. Few ever do. That is a lie that they tell themselves. Yet another filter. He sees…
This story contains sensitive content *Contains mentions of mental health issues and drug use* “Don’t go to the skatepark, Hitoshi. Please!” “It’s fine, Mom. They’re tearing it down, just gonna get some last…