K. C. Wexlar
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Sweet, scary and strange but always satisfying. Thank you for reading, it gives me so much joy,
Stories (16)
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The Deep End
Yes, the rumors were true. Aren't they always? Joanna lost herself in memory, now seeing 141 Lagoon Boulevard, its freshly painted white bricks, the master bedroom's side window. In the summer breeze, the SOLD sign swung gently back and forth, waving goodbye.
By K. C. Wexlar6 months ago in Fiction
Seven Minutes in Heaven. Runner-Up in The Second First Time Challenge.
“You get to go back. Just once,” the angel says. “Go back?” Jake is still reeling. He remembers driving, no sleep for maybe the third overnight shift. There had been a crash, a flash, and now-
By K. C. Wexlar6 months ago in Fiction
The Boomerang Lounge
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. My splotched complexion - a mix of last night's make-up and cracked lips- running on minimal sleep and Adderall, a face I avoided most mornings as if that would somehow help hide the way I'd been living, had vanished.
By K. C. Wexlar3 years ago in Fiction
Stowaway
We'd been enslaved right after my seventeenth birthday, my planet just another in the Monzon Emporer's pocket. His unchecked power had run across our galaxy for a decade, and our leaders' passivity eventually left us as lambs for the slaughter. Monzon armies had overrun our outdated and woefully unprepared military in a few weeks - my planet, its resources and people carved out like the butchering of a cow.
By K. C. Wexlar3 years ago in Fiction
Cashmere
They say the best memories are forged in college. We find our kindred spirits, best friends, and if lucky - the love of our life. Rebecca considered the strange way this luck had twisted, like how her car wound down the blind curves and bumps of desolate Country Road 25.
By K. C. Wexlar3 years ago in Fiction
The Green Amulet
Agni eyed the tiny human as it floundered through the tall field grass and instantly found it odd that none of the large ones were with it. The way it shrieked and howled she was certain that one of them would come, but alas it looked like this little creature was destined to become someone’s prey.
By K. C. Wexlar3 years ago in Fiction
