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Joined October 2011 and calls define.insanity home.
29 stories, 74 challenges, 125 comments, and 24 friends
I traffic in words that gloss the night; with scores of pastel colors bright.
Just a 17-year-old literature and english linguistics student, hoping to hone his writing to a sharp point – positive criticism is much appreciated!
Call me Nicholas.
Stories
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Wonderwall
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dark side of the moon
{{::BEGIN:: welcome to the dark side of the moon you should watch your step before you swoon there is no available information you are advised to proceed as soon as possible to the nearest station for shelter you are advised you are advised //::TRANSMI...
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unstoppable
waiting for the warmth of jasmine leaves to infuse an ashy dawn in interchange halls people shuffle to the soft steps of a waltz still dreaming their dreams leaning back, I’m making my plans in the steam it’s friday waiting for the train- ...
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grapefruit skin (or, blank verses)
taken down for compilation of portfolio, 2012
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faux pas
may I have the honor of this one last dance because I can’t seem to distinguish between a foxtrot and reality I’m a leading man may I have the honor of this one last dance before it all goes out with a bang
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stations
keeping score for discordant rains beating down on window panes learning to rhyme on a distant train so I’ll never have to feel again learning to rhyme on a distant train with phantom twitching sparks of pain but everything else the same but ever...
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raw filament
I’m not really sad or anything its just that time you brushed my shoulder you tipped me off my center the floor is hard here and cold but things seem more clear clearer I’ll forget your smile your voice I’d start over now if you’...
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you said you were out of my league
when I am perfect you’ll be among the first few to be notified.
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Endgame
fifty six seconds and the cold calculated perfectionists win.
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September
taken down for complication of portfolio, 2012
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Northern Lights (redrafted)
taken down for complication of portfolio, 2012
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pink pills and daffodils
taken down for complication of portfolio, 2012
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Greyscale Arson
lighted sound breaks at dawn but all around the world is grey midday, the city simmers noise the system is fully functional. rise up – the streets are free fight the counterfeit dignity build your world from oils and canvas and set it alight with...
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Overcast
taken down for compilation of portfolio, 2012
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High Society
taken down for compilation of portfolio, 2012
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Scar City
At its root, class, economics is the study of incentives: we put incentives in place to stop people from wrongdoing, like cheating in tests, theft, homicide… Like going to war, sir? You wake, soaked and aching. The sky’s a snuffed out mess ...
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Meltdown
You can almost see the hair on the guard’s neck. The sweat drips from his beret, drips from the rusting pipes above. Step closer Soap, run your hand past the metal walls expanding like custard tarts in an oven. Ignore the heatwave- you can’...
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Violet Hill
The storm’s coming in fast – I can barely make out what’s ahead. A chorus of dull notes go off and I hold my breath, but for a moment no bullets fall upon us. “We’re almost there -” My breath stops and starts. There had to be help t...
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Christmas Lights (Paranoid Android)
Color seeped from the pitch black sky, as the frail figure on the path tightened her grip on her plastic bags. A wind whispered behind, brushing trees. Nothing but darkness now. Her breath stuck in her chest. The old lady stopped. Back in the slums, sh...
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Embankment Breached
Sigvard Boulevard came to life as billboards and skyscrapers brightened all around, like a thousand lanterns aglow in the night sky. A chorus of crickets chirped somewhere distant. The old assassin stood, waiting, the night breeze a stream of clear wat...
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Embankment
The walls of the decrepit factory shuddered as the doors burst open, letting in the sound of the city burning. The old assassin whirled around. “Ah, its you, old friend.” He let his hand fall from his dagger, then leaned against a mossy pil...
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Just Another Day
I weave between the alleyways, stopping to shake the grains of sand from between my sandals. Hassan follows closely behind. I raise an arm to shield my face from the blast-furnace heat. “They all love you.” Hassan looks at me in awe, grinni...
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Running Down
Fastened and clasped And tightly wound Silver hands over Thousands of cogs In their own private spaces Humming quietly as Teeth grind down to dust Without thought to The world run past Till the very last second.
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Crimson Sky
“And Captain Crimson saves the day again, right Farid?” Hassan lifts his head, breaking into a grin. “He saves the day again.” I ruffle his hair gently. “Can I color your drawings this time Farid? Really?” “Course you can.” I lie back o...
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Northern Lights
I loosen my pinstriped tie As the evening breeze brushes To the rhythmic rain Which lulls the world to rest I drift, of ardour drained Amidst the merry laughter Of old friends, like distant fires. And that is how I want to die.
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Why Should I Play The Roman Fool?
I counted three and a half breaths. “Let’s go team.” Ghost splintered the door. We burst in, sweeping through the room like the frigid winter wind. Two guards, seven monitors and a cup of coffee went down. “Room clear.” I paused. For a mi...
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October
The last clumsy blow snapped the lock, and he stumbled in before crumpling to the floor. The cool autumn wind rushed to fill the empty nest of a warehouse with the smell of wet fallen leaves and cold earth. He shivered. He had remembered to stuff a pen...
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Radio Chatter
Someone’s tripped over the plug for the stars have flickered and died Where I lie it seems the ship lingers like a man returning To radio chatter
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Quid Pro Quo
He grimaced. “You know, I doubt we’ll be getting out of here,” Shawn said. He turned to the wind outside, dancing with swarms of glowing ash. The skyscrapers were crumbling beneath a sea of roaring flames. “How’d the fire ...
