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The alarm fails to alert anyone to the time, least of all Audrey. It watches her eyes skip back and forth against her lids instead, counting the minutes it’s allowed her to gain in dreams. At precisely the same time, a dog two yards over sees a cardinal. The creature is singing and hopping, twitching his tail feathers in unison with his collective composition. He’s on a branch a good 10 feet above The Dog. Feeling audacious, he hops down the branches of the trees without missing a beat. Twit...

Chapter 1 Red, blue, red, blue, red, blue fog. One light wrapping around the other in slow motion. I hear some people I don’t know saying something about me being awake, but I’m too tired to care. My head, I must have hit it on something. Throb throb throb. Everything at the same pace pounding into my consciousness. I liked it better when the world was falling away around me. Coming back is always a bitch. Suppose I should tell them that I am all right. They always overreact, if only they kne...

Violet wakes up with tears standing in her eyes. She doesn’t recognize her surroundings immediately. Instead she feels as if she woke up in someplace different where she had fallen asleep. With immense sadness resting heavily on her, she makes her way to the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. Her face is tear stained, eyes red, blond hair stuck to her face. A vague memory of a dream – a copy of a copy. She washes off her face and runs her fingers through her hair. Feeling more lik...

A young woman is sitting in a dark room.  She stares at her pale arm and watches as thin lines of blood race in circles.  Blood is falling down, running thick rivers along the sides and meeting at the bottom of her arm before they fall.  She moves her gaze to the pool collecting on the floor and meditates on how the blood looks dead.  It is all too dark and thick to have been alive a short time ago.  She wonders if this is what it looks like in her veins, dead blood b...

In the quest to become a “real” writer, I have done everything wrong. This assumption stems from the observation that, while I am a good writer, I cannot seem to get published. The story comes first - selling it is more of an afterthought. What I’ve found with this method is that stories not meant to be sold don’t sell. Brilliant, I know. I have a moderately successful blog, Dissonance, with a small, loyal readership. I am starting my own webzine, Dissonance, Ink. This is my tiny rebellion a...