FrazzeledFish

Chapter 40 “So it’s settled then?” Sam asked those circled around him at the cruddy, worn oak table. “As much as it can ever be.”  Louis said, his hands folded on the table, face pensive, as though in some sort of repenting prayer. Sam looked at Louis and Rosie; he supposed they were something like his knights now, should he think of himself so highly to consider himself on a ‘knightly’ mission. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Tomorrow?” Rosie asked, interrupting the awkward silence that had risen from Sam’s bitten-cheek silence. Her voice was as gentle as ever, almost unhea

July 1st, 1995 If you lived in the city on July 1st, you were in the Dome. Fights broke out for good seats, avoiding the roped off VIP section, reserved for the Type-A heroes. Cameras flashed. Reporters struggled to ask bystanders what they knew, whether the heroes have arrived, where they were going after the ceremony. Observing them from backstage, I realized how they all crowded in like ants on a stray apple core, all hungry and unnervingly easy to please Nervousness knotted in the pit of my stomach. Tucker stood behind me with mom, who was adjusting his tie for the seventh time that evening. The rest of the new recruits stood behind h

Out to Lunch Dreams are hilarious. Even in the most realistic of them; where everything’s a carbon copy— from the proportion of your door to your window down to the exact shade of ‘Precious pink’ on your mom’s lipstick—something’s wrong. Despite the meticulous detail that would make even the most perceptive scratch their heads, there’s always something off. Something you wouldn’t notice at first, something that seems normal under the intoxication of REM but makes you wonder: ‘what the hell was that?’ when you wake up. Which is how I knew that, despite being a beautiful rep