Katie Spina
Stories (2/0)
Stamped on these lifeless things
“Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. We say that’s the whole point!” It was the fourth time the commercial had run in Eloise’s feed in ten minutes, and it was the fourth time she cursed the algorithm. There was no way she could afford the travel fees to take herself on a deep space existential screaming retreat.
By Katie Spina2 years ago in Fiction
Coming into Focus
We met that night in the graveyard. I’d snuck out of the house to go smoke with my friends in the graveyard. We sat in the grass, leaning against the headstones, making up stories about how everyone died. I took full advantage of the captive audience. Hopping on top of a memorial bench, I called out, “Behold the tale of Harold Drammer, the farmer who dreamed of drumming.
By Katie Spina2 years ago in Fiction