Jesse Struble
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The Shape of Unbecoming
Blankness. All I felt was a moment of blank, muffled dissociation. Like one of those war scenes in a movie—an explosion goes off, and while the battle rages in chaos around the main character, they stand dumbfounded in shock, hearing only the vague ringing in their head.
By Jesse Struble9 months ago in Psyche
Crimson Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, the radio transmission that Derek picked up from his cottage in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina could not have delivered the blood curdling scream more distinctly. He nearly passed off the transmission as the usual atmospheric static, but for reasons unknown to him, he lingered on the frequency for a few moments. In the seconds of his bizarre hesitation, the static focused to clearly deliver the frantic short breaths and voice of a woman.
By Jesse Struble3 years ago in Criminal
Off Track
Choo Choooo! Joslyn mumbled a groan as she began to will herself to consciousness at the prompt of the unfamiliar sound. Her head throbbed with an achy pain that seemed to emanate from the base of her skull. She pinched the bridge of her nose just below her brow, and squeezed her eyes tightly in a drawn out wince. She needed a moment to prepare before allowing her drumming brain to embrace the added stimulus of light when she opened her eyes.
By Jesse Struble3 years ago in Fiction
