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Congratu-fucking-lations     I scoff incredulously, unable to suppress my reaction, lifting my arms in absolute disbelief as I shake my head slowly. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. This has to be a joke… I turn my attention back to Alana, my eyes hot and blazing with a kind of fury I haven’t felt in forever. “Holy fucking hell, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter, fighting the urge to pace restlessly even though my legs are itching to move. “Are you fucking serious? This is what… Magbasa pa

Alana   I stand there, a millisecond away from choking on my own breath as the air refuses to leave my lungs. Golden-green eyes bore into mine—eyes that are excruciatingly familiar and yet, at the same time, look far too foreign. Eyes that once held such remarkable vibrance, now dull and hollow. Five long, miserable years after suddenly disappearing, Alana, my ex and the love of my life—the former love of my life—stares back at me; unblinking and unflinching for what seems to stretch on for a lifetime, standing as… Magbasa pa

“Literally.”     I grab the check and storm out of the apartment and head straight for Kirk’s door. I take in a deep breath just before I knock, bracing myself for the heaps of bullshit he, without a doubt, has reserved for me after our not-so-pleasant exchange just hours ago. As such, I’m especially surprised when no one answers the door after a few more knocks. Where the hell is he? Probably harassing one of the other tenants while plotting an epic vendetta against me. Heck, I wouldn’t be… Magbasa pa

$1,252.87     The wind blows harshly against my face; the cold, mobile air moves against my cheeks in haste, stinging and slightly numbing them. I stand outside my apartment complex as I hold my cell phone to my ear with a trembling hand, listening to the mundane dial tone on the other end and waiting for someone to pick up. Waiting for Jeromy to pick up. But all I get is his voice mail. Again. For the love of zombie rabbits, Jeromy! The generic, automated feminine voice comes on,… Magbasa pa

Predictable Chaos     I barely manage to suppress a roll of my eyes at the phrase. Alpha Omega. How original. Instead I say, “I’m presuming it stands for highest order omega fatty-acids in this case.” “Precisely,” Darius concurs. I can’t stop myself from scowling at the predictability of it all. The human drug cartels and underground syndicates are going to go crazy with this for sure. And various national governments, pharmaceutical companies, and legal medical boards and associations are all going to be right behind them, going bat-shit crazy… Magbasa pa

Alpha-Omega     I gaze beneath me in silence. My eyes are intent and focused, refusing to blink, unwilling to look elsewhere for several minutes that seem to roll on for an eternity. I can’t bring myself to look at anything else for that stretch of time. Nothing but the exact spot Kitty-Cat lay just a moment ago. Strangely enough, there isn’t a single imprint of her body on my bed; no ruffles or wrinkles telling of her splayed figure on my pillows or sheets. All that remains are echoes… Magbasa pa

“Go Fuck Yourself.”     Loud banging pierces through the still air, bellowing thuds coming one after the other, relentlessly hammering away just before a familiar, annoying voice follows. “Tilton! Time to pay up! Just because there’s mermaids falling from the sky, doesn’t mean you don’t owe your rent anymore!” All too quickly, my surroundings fade from glorious gold and rich amber to a familiar darkness. The feel of warm, plush cushions dissipates immediately, giving way for cold air and a small, hardened mattress. The intoxicating scents of cedar and… Magbasa pa

Tilton     “Oh, my God,” I whisper, mostly to myself as my body tries to catch up with my brain and my new-found realization. Slowly, my eyes finally dart back to Kitty-Cat’s now puzzled ones. “W-What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice still dripping with desire but marred with hints of apprehension as well. “It’s…it’s you, isn’t it?” I say, blinking slowly as my high suddenly comes crashing down. I’m not sure whether the look on my face says I’m confused or spooked—though I feel a whole lot of both… Magbasa pa