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Joined July 2009 and calls you're the reason I love losing sleep home.

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i use my vocal chords in a morally corrupt manner because most things don’t make sense; therefore i’m a glaze-eyed dreamer incessantly imagining the life of my next door neighbour.
i live a big life in a small town. i share beds with my friends and wine with strangers. i’m an albums junkie and revel in the fact i’m not meant for this decade.
one more thing: if i die tomorrow, can you return my library books for me?

Stories

  1. -17

    After fixing his cap and watching her gather her coat around her small frame, he holds out his hand. She takes it and his heart lifts at the crinkle of her nose and grin in her eyes. They’ve not yet said a word to one another but he feels a semblance...

  2. -16

    The bus stops one last time, as the new driver announces such. He is tired, thoughtful and in dire need of that lager and couch. He is confused as he feels a hope alight in his body. He considers tomorrow and what he’ll do. He thinks to set his alarm...

  3. -15

    The bus stops again, and the middle-aged woman and her son stand to depart. The elder lady kisses the young boy and he blushes, wiping his cheek. He takes a picture of the old lady with tears in her eyes. Confused, he helps push the tears off her cheek...

  4. -14

    The middle-aged woman takes a quick breath upon hearing her son’s laughter. The passengers left on the bus turn to look curiously at him. He smiles romantically and immediately shy, crawls into his mother’s lap. The young man in the flannelette shi...

  5. -13

    The bus jostles into suburbia. The lights jump up and down the black road as the young driver pushes into quiet streets. The few passengers are quiet with their own thoughts. The young boy continues staring out the window into people’s houses. He bel...

  6. -12

    about the inadequacy of his wardrobe, the assignment he’d only half complete, that the dog was yet to be fed. And now a man is dead and his mottled face keeps smacking the boy’s mind; lashing him forward and making him see something far too advance...

  7. -11

    A teenage boy with acne, a scowl and a walkman sits sullenly against a window. His eyes follow the white lines in the middle of the road. He feels intoxicated by angst and indifference, feels the afternoon wasted. The glimpse of the couple a few seats ...

  8. -10

    The young son of the middle-aged woman sits obediently on the elder woman’s knee. He peers through the foggy window into the darkening dusk. The leafless trees and their long, scraggly shadows scare him. He imagines them scratching the window til the...

  9. -9

    The new driver is angry. Man, is he angry. How could that idiot die? On his day off, too, no less. Now he has to deal with these sad, nervous passengers who will always tie him to a scene he never thought to be part of. The reality of what happened fai...

  10. -8

    contends to suffer. She voices dreams. She voices the future quick above the present. It confuses the elder woman but she longs so much for that hug, for a contact so pure in hope it drips warmth into her frozen feet. The middle-aged woman calls for he...

  11. -7

    The woman with the young boy kneels to kiss his cheek, murmuring she’ll be back soon and stands to hug the elderly lady. Had this occurred half an hour ago, she’d have ignored the crying woman. She didn’t do well with strangers, emotions and pain...

  12. -6

    The older woman considers the young, lean man, his pale and closed face as he picks a path away from the new bus and its healthy driver. Trouble creases his mouth and lines his brow, as age does hers. She blesses him again silently and gazes at the bus...

  13. -5

    The tall man gathers his coats and turns from the scene he’ll never escape. The thin trees flicker blue and red and the warm smell of asphalt burns his nose. The wind rattles his aching knees and as it drags along his bare neck, it summons bumps in h...

  14. -4

    watch the seeds of raw observation slowly envelope his heart with a thorny grasp. A tall man rushes forward from the back of the bus and tears the driver from his seat, tears the shirt, tie and singlet from his chest. The driver stares with wild eyes, ...

  15. -3

    He blushes and she wants to wave his hand from his face and tussle his hair and kiss his lovely mouth. Instead, she passes the hat back and smiles. She thinks; I’m aware of us only. She looks away though, returning to the agony of public transport. W...

  16. -2

    My God, he thinks. I could hold her forever and never tire. He turns back to the window and considers public transport relationships and their possibilities. She notices he’s sitting in the same spot, as usual. She shakes the snow from her coat and ...

  17. Route 56

    The bus hurtles forward sending fallen leaves spread across the thin streets spinning in its wake, and naked trees dripping with self-pity and ice fly by as the winter cold permeates his entire being. He rests his head against the window and breathes a...

  18. blankets

    and you’re drunk with slumber, murmuring a semblance of truth amongst the sweet nothings and whispers. and where to go when the night wears away? lust in shadows, hide in the light, we scatter from one another like stones in the midst of a strol...

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