November 20, 2019

1. Honest

“God, if that man grabs my shoulder again, I’m going to put him in the ground,” Michelle smiled and waved to an investor, talking through grit teeth. 

“Looks like I was right to buy you those Tae Kwon Do classes,” Miles laughed, plucking her empty glass from her hand. “You might need a refill after that conversation.”

Michelle nodded, giving him a pitiful face. “Before I scream.”

“Down tiger, I’ll be right back.”

“A pinot...

October 19, 2019

Tracing Occult Pasts: Language and Our Understanding of
Pre-Christian Pagan Practices

Dr. Michelle Rubinova Spotleva, PhD

First Published October, 2019

Davis Center for Russian and Eurasian Studies - Harvard Press


Through recent restoration and translation methodology, Linguists and Philologists have begun to uncover more social context on long-obscured pagan and occult practices in Eastern and Mainland Europe. 


November 29, 2018

Chapter 9 Excerpt - Liv picks some low-hanging fruit at the comic shop where Sammy works.

She arrived too early to pick Sammy up from her shift at the comic shop, so she parked and strolled down the avenue for a soda. The days of the week had blurred together for her, now that school was no longer the larger structure of timekeeping in her life. She wondered if this was what older people felt, in their post-college years. Even...

August 24, 2017

"I slapped my itching arm and found it coming away with blood, wishing the spider would just get to work already. Lyle had begun to list off duties for tomorrow, but my imagination wandered. I wondered if the spider would eat all of the bugs whole, or if she would cocoon them, sucking out their liquified innards."

A solitary woman in her middle age has a mosquito problem. When she lets a spider take care of the problem, she get...

July 25, 2017

“There he goes again,” Joseph said, peering at his neighbor through the blinds, “I think he’s Mexican or something.”

His wife reclined on the loveseat, with her book and her bad leg propped up. “I don’t even know how you’d know that. You haven’t even spoken to the man.”

“He’s dark skinned. Well, darker.”

“It’s dark outside.”

“I just know these things, okay?” He said testily.

“Joseph, get away from the window and let the man take ou...

March 16, 2016

The snow had highlighted a negative space that would not otherwise have been seen. She knew this the moment she saw it, but not why. Still, there it stood in front of her, something she couldn’t quite un-see: a little door in the back of her house, where it had never been before.


She stooped down in her slippers and put her morning coffee on the ground. The hot cup melted a ring in the snow around it. After brushing off some o...

March 8, 2016

The watering hole—with its dusty plastic counters—was at the end of the known universe. He had traveled to every imaginable star just to come here to see where it all began and it all ended.


Somehow, the Spaceman expected more. The walls were a harsh white, and the rest of the bar was comprised of large opaque panels.


It felt less like being inside a bar and more like being inside a giant vending machine. Besides himself, he s...

February 22, 2016

The officers had pulled up to shore on their little boat and stood there awkwardly--tugging bashfully at their lapels--trying to explain the situation. A testing facility, they prattled on, not safe where she was.


All she knew is that Ralph wasn’t coming back, run off with his young stenographer. All she knew is that she was going to get a lovely tan on this beach and these men were standing in her sun.


Some say they left Bett...

February 22, 2016

He shouldered open the door after keying in the lock, pulling off his soaked coat and shirt almost immediately. He divested them in a pile on the ground, and the harnesses he hung. Alice suppressed a shudder as a cockroach scuttled across the wall to escape his hand.


“Whoa now,” he said softly, drawing his hand back. His voice was weighed with exhaustion.


She felt the hair on her arms prick when she spied Cat’s neck, where an...

February 22, 2016

Alice woke in a sticky sweat to the sound of Cat swearing at his computer. The lights were completely off in the apartment and the fans had stopped blowing. Counting tonight, this would have been the third power loss this week. She shuffled into the kitchen, peering into the fridge. It was beginning to give off slightly warm air. Sighing, she tested her theory by smelling the wrapped food on the top shelf. Her lip curled.



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