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Short Fiction Review: The Hollow by 'Pemi Aguda is a Story That Will Fold Your Mind
What is a house? It’s a simple, loaded question. photo by IfeOluwa Nihinlola The Hollow by ‘Pemi Aguda follows Arit, an architect at the beginning of her career, one year out of university, set in a re-imagined version of Lagos, Nigeria.
By sleepy drafts10 months ago in BookClub
First Gen. Honorable Mention in The Life-Extending Conundrum Challenge.
Parts. Always the search for parts. We each have different methods of searching. Search, we all do. From the back of Block 1 Scrap Cubicle C, my eyes scan the concrete floor, empty. The scavengers have gone by now and with them, every odd or end has disappeared too. What remains are eight wooden chairs set up around the perimeter of the room - Cubicle C. It is one of many large, grey rooms, of many large, grey Blocks. Even-numbered Blocks for civilians, odd-numbered Blocks for scrap. All grey.
By sleepy drafts10 months ago in Longevity
Hair Diary of a 2010's Wannabe Hipster
Middle school. MySpace was fading out but tumblr hadn't quite popped up yet. Kids were signing up to Facebook using fake ages or using their parents account. Cringe "notes" that were essentially a series of "Coke or Pepsi?" questionnaires were the thing. Or my favorite: those questionnaires that asked you to put your iPod on shuffle and respond with whatever song title came up instead of a serious answer.
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in Blush
Where Will You Be in 5 Years?. Honorable Mention in The Moment That Changed Everything Challenge.
I am sixteen years old, interviewing for a job making coffee at Tim Horton's. The small fast food coffee shop is filled with, what I would learn in On-Board Training were Arabica beans. Later on that smell would cling to me like my own sweat, seeping beyond my uniform and undershirt into my bras and skin. I'd throw my bra on the bed after work and try to find a clean one before school the next morning but no matter what detergent I used, they all smelled like Tim Horton's coffee. It felt like it took a year after quitting that job to get the smell of Arabica beans out of my hair.
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in The Swamp
Neverchangeable | Chapter 8
<< Click here to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 7 My eye burns. The one that’s no longer there. It’s a feverish heat that swells in my scooped out eye socket and presses up against my brain. I haven’t noticed until now. My head is splitting. It’s a headache like nothing I’ve ever had before. I haven’t noticed. Dad’s liquor cabinet is still stocked. I grab a bottle. I look at you. You say nothing. You just wait. Wait like you tried to teach me how to all those years ago, by the pond, by you, by Farley, by the bonfire. Your voice going, Just wait, Mutt – just wait!
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in Chapters
Second Screen Content: The New Productivity Hack or the Downfall of Attention Spans?
Maybe you've scrolled on your phone while Netflix or Amazon Prime runs in the background; or maybe you've played a video game on one computer monitor while watching a Twitch streamer on another monitor. I've personally done both, along with 85% of internet users.
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in 01
Neverchangeable | Chapter 7
<< Click here to start from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 6 Lindsay doesn’t bother with modesty as she falls all over Laine. Her robe slips and exposes a long slice of splotchy pink flesh, a flash of matted, tight curls. Lindsay’s face is wet and snot-covered. She stares at her daughter, brushing the hair out of Laine’s face over and over. She asks, “What happened?”
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in Chapters
