Short Stories, Writing

God’s got Too Much to Do to Worry about Your Orange Problems

By Andrew Boyd

Adam was a couple of days old, but looked as if he was about eighteen. More importantly, however, he was a piece of shit. Not literally of course; Adam was human, but a spoiled one that was given anything he ever could need. But he always wanted more, and always thought of himself first. Adam never wore clothes, but if he lived today he would wear angsty torn jeans, a faded graphic t-shirt, and a Justin Bieber-esque haircut. In other words, he was that kind of person.

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Short Stories, Writing

My Children Are Me

By Alexander Eden

The first time I gave birth, an unwanted imp violently burst from my body into the world. No one else was with me during that horrible process; just me and the parasite both screaming in a half-furnished tenement room. This was not normal. It was not natural. It should not have even been possible. A man should not have been able to give birth as I was.

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