Helena Toto
To serve others was all she’d ever known. Bred for a purpose, now she would become a housewarming gift for a lucky gentleman. “Make sure you know what he likes to eat,” scolded her mother, “or else you’ll always have an irritable man.” Other… Continue Reading “Jump”
The office cubicle made her heart hurt. The closed in walls, the empty white paint, shadowed in cheap and fluorescent hues. Nine to five never seemed as pitiful as it did today, sitting, staring, dying. The doctors had said she had a few… Continue Reading “The Disease (Part 1)”
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