Blame

The hot sand bakes me, my metal feels as though it is melting. A foot nearly crushes me beneath its weight but I simply sink further into the sand. A hand reaches through the sand and grabs me. Peace it seems will have to wait. The face staring back at me is a kind one. …

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Panic at the Apocalypse

Concrete crunches as running shoes grip to its surface. The sound is fast, out of control. Its pace irregular as though the runner were stumbling. The crunching stops dead. Grass instead finds itself the victim of these feet, squashed to juice beneath their feet. The feet rise as the body crouches and a hand gently …

Malfunction

ON - - - - INITIATING CAMERA - - - - SELFIE MODE SELECTED. YOUNG WOMAN, MID-TEENS, GLASSES "NERD", NO MAKEUP, SEVERE POUT "DUCKFACE". CEILING WHITE. CEILING FAN ROTATING SLOWLY. YOUNG WOMAN, AGE UNKNOWN, CLOWN MAKEUP, NERVOUS SMILE. ACCESSING YOUTUBE - - - - SEARCH: "NATURAL MAKEUP TUTORIALS". SELECTED: "HOW TO GO FROM BLEH TO …