Soles are real, souls are fictional.

In Memoriam

Beep beep beep beep. Her phone glowed in the darkness: 3 a.m. She groaned and buried her face in her pillow as she smacked around for the snooze button on the screen. Why did it always have to be an ungodly hour. Five minutes later her brother was banging on her door. “Get up! Bus…

He missed the disturbance on the otherwise still surface.

He’d never been what you’d call a good person. Maybe it was childhood trauma, an abusive father and an absent mother who turned her head when his dad removed his belt for the slightest infraction. Maybe it was because he’d never been very good at school, and his frustration converted to lashing out against his…

She only felt at home in the water

She had never felt like she fit in. Growing up, inside she just felt different. She tried to make friends, act normal, but no matter what she did she seemed to do it wrong. Teachers had called her overly inquisitive; coworkers and peers had called her overly friendly or too exuberant. She struggled to keep…

Fuck Dustin.

It had been three months since they broke up. And he still had his old gym shoes on the floorboard of the passenger seat. Dustin was always trying to get him to workout together. Sometimes he’d go along, awkwardly going through motions that were foreign to him; always slightly embarrassed by the glances sent his…

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