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Diluted blood ran down her pale fingertips and traced the precision angles of the cutting tool. There was a gentleman in Germany who had spent many weeks, perhaps even months of his life achieving its beauty. This was not the first time that it had tasted flesh, but something was different, something hadn’t felt right; even though the wielder had torn into the flesh with the same meticulousness of its owner, Chef Pierre. It was storming out. An eerie silence filled the air where only moments ...

Does your toe tag reveal the state of your legs? Blood swept down the sidewalk and puddles in the cracks like melted hard candy on a hot summer’s day. Ants marched in straight lines about her matted blond locks. The coroner brushed the dirt from the sundress after the snap shots were taken. The yellow tape said Crime Scene although Detective Greene found little evidence of a crime No eyewitnesses No odd fingerprints No foreign DNA under her nails Beautiful women don’t fall from space not sinc...

If I? If I had been born a man I could have slept alone in my bed and not between cousins. I could have taken any job without fear of a man’s hand upon my breast or a spouse without fear of a fist in my eye. If I had been born a man If I had been born of color I could have been strong like the girls of color I grew up with in the school yard. Stood before my step father and the bullies on the playground never would I have cowered between the sheets or have been the last one picked for games. ...

Various Degrees of Insanity: A Writer’s Journey The Wikipedia defines fan fiction as a “broadly defined term for fiction about characters or settings written by fans of the original work, rather than by the original creators.” I had no idea that when long ago, when inspired by my seventh grade English homeroom and English teacher to write, that my foolish ramblings would be considered fiction of any sorts. I was all of thirthteen, and he was the first adult person of color I had ever met in ...

Chapter one: Best Friends Forever “Sarah” There was a loud cry and Sarah Nettleton woke with a start in a puddle of her own sweat. It was the third time this week that she had been terrorized by the nightmares, so she didn’t mind her mother’s rude awakening. Sarah sat up and stared into her reflection across the room as she heard her mother repeat her name. “I’m awake,” she answered as loud as she could muster, her voice cracking slightly. “I have to leave in fifteen minutes and I’d like to ...