And so I like making playlists for everything I write. 🎶 🎼 🎵
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The loving hug. The gentle touch. The tender pat. They sound nice, for those who don’t kill or get killed.
Laika is nine years old and her hands have never touched anything.
“Touched,” as in felt the friction, heat, or coolness of another person or object.
Because, you see, her hands make matter vanish. It only takes less than a second. Way before she feels a thing, that which is touched disappears, poof.
Even the milk cartons that the nuns install around her wrists to serve as shields. Even the air molecules that her fingers brush against. And sometimes, yes, even living organisms.
Laika might be the loneliest girl on Earth. She lives with the void.
For the story Laika’s Void
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Vampires: lustful, adventurous, cruel… …not. Meet Celeste: eternally jaded, hopelessly introspective, and more than anything else, lonely.
Celeste lived in solitude for well over a century—never a word about her true identity, never a hint about her bloodthirst to anyone.
A hundred freezing winters have come and gone. Flowers have bloomed and withered as many times.
Given the loneliness and the fatigue from hiding her true self, is it such a big surprise that she told the truth, for once, in response to an incredibly honest question?
But soon, the uncontrollable fallout from her simple, truthful answer unfolds.
for the story He Asked Me a Question, I Answered with Truth
There’s lots of housekeeping going on in Q2 2022. It’s spilling into Q3. But it shall end in Q3!!
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