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Making a Thing: Not a Funny Word

My head is so full, it’s as if the thoughts and words themselves are pressing on the inside of my skull. My bones and muscles ache. I can’t sit still. Even though I’m physically and mentally spent, I’m not sleeping very well. And I’ve never…

Fortnightly Fiction | Space Junk

Despite it having a month until obsolescence, her car had refused to start that morning. Just what kind of crap were they trying to pull? Didn’t they remember the standards? She dug the owner’s manual out from the glove box, batting through…