by Caetlin—Age 32—Seattle, WA
Anyone would call my meteoric rise from the lowly position of production assistant to digital designer in less than six month’s time an act of dumb luck or the result of some form of blackmail. The truth is I’ve worked exceedingly hard for it. I get up at 4.15 every […]
by William—Age 44—St. Paul, MN
I worked on the archive for a year, and felt I knew the man whose papers I cataloged. The collection started with birth, ended with death. All he’d done was meticulously stored in a series of boxes. These had to be examined before his wealthy family donated them […]
by Rose—Age 54—Los Angeles, CA
Eons ago, someone named Matteo picked out a woman near one of the seven hills of what later became Rome and started a family by becoming a First Father, kind of like Adam and Eve. His many boys and girls all belonged to Matteo—until the girls married. Boys, you keep. Anyway, […]
by Lynnda—Age 43—Glasgow, Scotland
The day I am fired I meet Jackie after work. She scores me Seconal and we drop the tabs heading up Rockey Street to find a dark bar to top ourselves up with a couple of lagers; the get high pals.
“Unsuitable.” That’s the word they choose to use. I’m amazed it’s taken […]
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