Saint Fear
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Kardi Bradshaw 6 July 2024 Ever since I walked in, I felt like people’s eyes were following me, like I was a criminal. I couldn’t quite sit still, sandwiched in the leather booth between Hannah yapping about her wonderful boyfriend who wished he could join us tonight, and Lilith kicking my tight-crossed legs on accident; and as the Pink Floyd cover band took the bar’s stage and lights shone in my face and the beer-perfume-weed atmosphere got into my skin, my stomach clenched with the feeling that I actually was guilty of something.
By Saint Fearabout a year ago in Critique
Letters II :: THE DOOR IS OPEN
Some said it was the Captain's secret liquor cabinet. Some said Private Peters kept murdered bodies in that room (to be fair, after being cooped up inside Mars Station Raleigh for four months, listening to the unceasing sandstorm batter the hull, your imagination would get a bit darker too).
By Saint Fearabout a year ago in Futurism
McKenzie: a novel and incantation
At night, Paulina’s ghost came and sat a while, chin on her rough linen dress, on the floor of the theater. She watched as the wooden framework of the set grew up around her, until one Tuesday night the actors would take the stage for rehearsals, when the world of the play would blossom and she could live among men for a time.
By Saint Fearabout a year ago in Critique
