Fiction That Knows Better, But Doesn't Care
Jen opened the door, enjoying the delicious feel of skin on cloth beneath the trench coat. Oh, sure, it was tropey as hell. But tropes existed for a reason, right? She closed it quietly behind her, the snick of the bolt a bright sound in the dark house. He was probably waiting upstairs, perhaps reading … Read more
Atlas walked into the pharmacy, head down, steps hurried. The fluorescent buzz of ancient ballasts lit the towel around most of his lower left arm, held in place by his upper right hand. The drips were visible until they hit the gray carpet, where they disappeared among the STDs, shoe gum, and hooker vomit. It … Read more