Tag: Our Sharp Forsaken Teeth
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH: Chapters 21-22
Part III: Metamorphology Chapter 21 By the time the pack was ready to leave the park, the puddles had vanished. The desert once again appeared as it always did, with no evidence that it had ever changed at all. Sandra grinned as she counted her money, but I knew what she had just done was…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH: Chapters 18-20
Chapter 18 Before I moved to Supplicants Grove, I had relied on the apathetic dining services workers from the compound and examples from Leela’s soaps to learn how to cook and clean. Something told me that Gret had learned to take care of herself and others in a very different way. I watched as she…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH: Chapters 16-17
Chapter 16 I followed Gret to the park in silence. She did a quick sweep, and when she didn’t see Sandra, Rosie, or that rich man she was avoiding, she threw herself down onto the dry ground beneath a supplicant tree and thrust the glass of water up at me. “Will you just drink it?”…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 14-15
Chapter 14 I swore to myself I wouldn’t use the mud again, but the next morning, it hardly mattered. My burns had completed more than a week’s worth of healing overnight. I felt dirtier after my shower than I did before, even as my skin delighted in the water’s soothing touch instead of flinching away.…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 11-13
Chapter 11 Ten minutes later, Gret, my shopping bags, and I were sitting on a bench in the park across the street from the grocery store. The park was a small, square plot of land dotted with supplicant trees. Ever since arriving in Supplicants Grove, I had wondered what it would be like to spend…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 8-10
Part II: Momentum Chapter 8 When I was small, I once heard a lab assistant rapturously proclaim that human anatomy was a symphony. He was wrong. Anatomy, when working correctly, was silence. The lucky ones never heard it at all. My throat spasmed, but the only sound I could make was a squeaky rasp. My…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 6-7
Chapter 6 The girl stood there, watching my reaction from beneath her oversized glasses, waiting for my response as coolly as if she’d just asked about the weather. When I had mastered my disgust enough to speak, I said, “You tell Gret —” “Nope,” the girl said. “Not a messenger. I get that I botched…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 4-5
Chapter 4 I watched the desert as the car sped away from the compound. Without the transformation looming over me, I could once again appreciate its beauty. It wasn’t really just dirt and sky. Tough, spiky wildflowers grew out of the cracks in the earth, and cacti, lizards, and tarantulas dotted the ground. Halfway back…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 1-3
Part I: Stasis Chapter 1 By the third time my fingers slipped out of rhythm against my frame drum, I knew it was time to stop. This close to 6:00, even music could not distract me. I set the drum down on my closed laptop and leaned my chin in my hands and my elbows…
Kathleen Kellett 