
K. C. Wexlar
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Sweet, scary and strange but always satisfying. Thank you for reading, it gives me so much joy,
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The Flute
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I can still smell her scent tangled with the lab's cleaning supplies. I feel her lips. When I wake from these dreams screaming her name, I sense she must hear me. Isn't that proof enough that it really happened? That she still comes to me in my sleep? They tell me it's not.
By K. C. Wexlar3 years ago in Fiction
Into the Sun
Acidic whiskey burned my stomach as I woke to a desert sun that pierced through the train’s window, a train that I had no recollection of boarding. I panicked for a moment as scattered memories flashed back. We had been doing shots in the Bellagio suite, then the craps table, back to the bar-
By K. C. Wexlar3 years ago in Fiction


