She Was Never Human
The skiff bumped against the dock and I grabbed the piling before I went in the water, which would have been a fine way to end fifty-four…
Based in Skoura, Morocco. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Expect NonHuman and Erotic Horror with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and the anniversary surprise that goes sideways. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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The skiff bumped against the dock and I grabbed the piling before I went in the water, which would have been a fine way to end fifty-four…
I want to tell you about the camera first.
Three years is a long time to carry a grudge, but I'd managed it.
People in this neighborhood think something is wrong with me.
So there I was, thirty-four years old, two years divorced, teaching sculpture out of a rented basement in a loud part of Buenos Aires, and…