All posts by Matthew Hartwell

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Meat

It was important to cut against the grain to make sure every bite was tender. He had let the meat rest. For several days, actually. Eating fresh meat sounds good, but really isn’t ideal. You want some breakdown. Some decay. Let the microorganisms start the

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The Sound of Waves

It had been popping up all over the city. This and a hundred other variations on it, “Hail the Conquering Sea,” “Long Live the Sea,” “The sea is love,” and even less intelligible bits. Doyle had dismissed it as a meme at first; a graffiti-based

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Caught

“The jars are glass. Non-reactive. Don’t want any BPAs or other nasties leaking into the…” He paused and looked at the wall of jars. “Well, into the other nasties, I suppose.” His eyes were large and wet, refracted to incredible size by the thin-framed glasses

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Butterfly Chains

What really hammered home (home being a very distant concept at this point) the reality, or lack thereof, of her situation, was how heavy the butterflies were. She’d never held a butterfly before the Lady gave her the necklace, and her first thought was that

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The Rocks

“Oh,” she said, staring out the window as the rain tapped gently on the glass, asking to be let in. “The rocks are back.” And she was right, though Harold wanted to point out that they had never left, that they had simply been scattered

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Only The Guilt

The force of the explosion scraped paint from the doors and walls in neat cloud-like formations. Inside, twenty-three pairs of parents and children of varying ages fought and scratched and bit and kicked, their attacks raw. Sons and mothers, mothers and daughters, daughters and fathers,