I slid my fingers beneath the clasp and the fabric upon my shoulders crumbled in a heap by my feet. He looked upon my body as if I were a poison apple. His brow furrowed as he fought to keep his teeth locked behind his lips. Then a glimpse of white protruded as he bit down into flesh and a trickle of blood ran down his chin.
My hands dove to hide the parts of my body that told my story, “I told ...
She looked in the mirror and ran her fingers against the threads covering her bones. The fabric hung against her shoulders, a curtain hiding her decaying frame. She smiled at the stranger looking back at her. But it was hollow and anyone who looked hard enough would see through her disguise. Her thin lips and glassy eyes barely holding back walls that were threatening to burst at any moment. But n...
I slid my hand into the mailbox and pulled out a small stack of paper. I flipped through plain white envelope with a presorted stamp in the corner until I came across one addressed to Jim. New Stanton Bank. I had never heard of this bank, so I opened it to make sure it was junk before tossing it with the others. I slid my finger under the flap and dissected it until I could pull out it’s insides. ...