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The Song of the Night
MUHAMMAD MOVED AWAY FROM THE GROUP TO TAKE A PISS. They had a bonfire going behind the food mart where Muhammad worked. He and his buddies did this every Friday — and sometimes Saturday night too.
I COULD SEE THE FIGURE IN THE TUNNEL. I could hear the tiny little peeps that it made from where I was standing, trying to shine my cellphone light into the darkness. It shivered and made me gasp! I stepped back, “Hello…? Are you okay?”
THE DIVE BAR WAS DARK AND FULL OF ENERGETIC PEOPLE. The man sat with his funny hat in the back corner, the table furthest from everyone else. The hat was wide-brimmed and came to a point at the end of its floppy cone on top. It was properly called an alicorn. And it properly did not make him inconspicuous, <Stupid hat!> People were looking, staring, but they all seemed to keep their distance. He knew they were whispering about him. They always did, no matter where he went. Slayji couldn’t go anywhere without being watched, both in wonderment and in weariness. They were employed to hunt the monsters — though it was hard to get them to believe they weren’t also monsters.
The Tooth Fairy
One “MOMMY!” Jessickha screamed. Jessickha’s mother rushed into the room to find Jesickha huddled in the corner furthest from her closet. She had tears and snot streaking her face. Her eyes were horror-struck, stuck wide open and staring at the deep darkness of her closet. Jessickha’s mother rushed across the room and cradled her daughter, “What is it? What’s wrong!?”
The Wood One TODAY WAS A WEIRD DAY. There was a strange tension in the town. Superstition had that affect on the village. People who often sat on their front stoop, watching as other villagers walked by, were inside. They were closing their shutters. There weren’t even clothes hanging out on the line. It was a perfect day for drying clothes outside.
HIS NAME WAS JUSTICE — WHAT A FUCKING STUPID NAME. He hated it! What were his parents thinking? Some hippy-dippy liberals high on weed and other drugs at his conception — and his birth, no doubt. Now, they were strict as a military barracks! Don’t wear eyeliner. Boys don’t wear eyeliner. No hanging out with friends on a school night. No eating in bed. Wipe off the toilet seat if you piss on it and for God’s sake put the toilet seat down! And don’t forget your hoodie!
The Butcher of Choice Cuts
THE BUTUCHER IS OBSSESSED WITH HIS WORK! He loved cutting up meat and providing for the people. He didn’t mind the mess or stink that came with his work. He swore, at this point, that he was immune to it. Blood splattered aprons had become his comfort wear. He owned the most famous shop in town called Choice Cuts. People came from all over to pay him for his services.
One THERE’S A PLACE WHERE A LITTLE GIRL WITH DARK BLACK HAIR PLAYS WITH A BUTTERFLY. The beautiful insect lands on the tip of her finger and flutters its rainbow-colored wings. Some of the scales reflect the light, giving it a magical glow. The little girl smiles. Then the butterfly flutters away.