Editor: Ross

Revelation
Ghost Writer //
Revelation by

There is no worse prison than a prison run by nuns. If you are thinking I am talking about yardstick nuns, you are wrong. Those are Past Nuns. These are Future Nuns.

Perpetua
Perpetua //
PERPETUA |Part VI by

But the story of Perpetua spread, quiet as a church mouse, from convent to convent until one-by-one, nuns began to lose their composure, began straining to hear the sound of a single Harley prowling the neighborhood late at night. Their desires were answered by sleepless nights of seemingly eternal silence.

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Ghost Writer //
Hop, Hop by

Holding the bottle of invisible ink, I told him: “This is not my color.”
 
I’d made it too far by then to be caught by some barely grown soldier with an untidy hair garden on his upper lip.

Five to One
Ghost Writer //
Five to One by

Even my shadows couldn’t keep up with me.
 
They’d been following me from Montreal; two thick-mustached men who thought I wouldn’t notice they had no bags on a transatlantic trip.

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WANTED //
Wanted 26 by

First sentence: We took the sock out of the camp director’s mouth so he could plead his case. Due Date: Thursday, August 13th, 11:59 PM.
Length: 300 words.

Pearly Whites
Ghost Writer //
Pearly Whites by

I have found that secrets are best kept when your gown is bundled at the bottom of the bed. They don’t need to know who you work for, where you’re really from — or that your teeth aren’t real.   My replacements are perfect, lined up in my mouth like a picket fence. They can […]