The Mall

by Dash Owens There once was a great Mall, the largest of its kind, with parking lots the size of football fields and three designated exits on the interstate highway. Within The Mall was a theme park with three roller coasters and a ferris wheel, at the top of which riders glanced the dark upperContinue reading “The Mall”

Unfinished (Chapter 10)

by Dash Owens First time reader? You can find the previous chapters here. Maeve at one time had a professor of education ask the class: what do we owe one another? What do we owe to ourselves? Maeve had a complicated answer to these questions because she owed others quite a bit. She owed oneContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 10)”

Unfinished (Chapter 8)

by Dash Owens To pass the early, empty hours, the ghosts went over to Antonio’s house. Antonio lived in the brownstone he died in 59 years prior. He was exactly what a ghost who lived with his great-grandchildren should be: toothy, broad smile with a poof of inconsistently thick grey hair. He wore the frayedContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 8)”

Unfinished (Chapter 7)

by Dash Owens Maeve tried to make friends. After the horrific first meeting with the clerks, Maeve told Edward she had no interest in returning to the library or doing any favors for the clerks. Edward seemed unfazed. “When you have eternity, nothing is permanent,” he stated impersonally, which Maeve found chilling. Like most ofContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 7)”

Unfinished (Chapter 1)

by Dash Owens Maeve realized the uselessness of escaping debt — the expense of a self-indulgent education riddled with false starts— and, after lengthy imagined acceptance speeches and daydreams of novels, she uncovered the blunt, inevitable conclusion: Maeve needed to kill herself. What was her education? A series of discussions frustrated by every man’s indecentContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 1)”

Detroit Feral Cats

by Dash Owens Kai shuffled towards the red and yellow lights. It was a dark and cold late November evening. Kai had forgotten his heavier jacket on his bed in the rush to leave the house. There was an uncanny crowd of people moving towards the same lights. The numbers warmed Kai; crowds meant hope. Continue reading “Detroit Feral Cats”

The Annual Hapley Apron Festival

by Dash Owens Excerpt from the June edition of the White Valley State Chronicle. Article entitled, “Spring Awakens Old Hapley Traditions” by Megan Sabineux. Hapley is a small city of around 25,000 people. Originally, the common industry was timber due to the extensive forests shaped by the curves of the Big Heart River, which flowsContinue reading “The Annual Hapley Apron Festival”