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Joined December 2010 and calls vignettes home.
180 stories, 5 challenges, 310 comments, and 56 friends
an implosion of thought
Stories
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Metempsychosis
Even gods reincarnate. Filling a life like the ocean fills a bottle adrift at sea, the god comes to one day in which he heaves a heavy sigh, smiling faintly at the irony that comes in a flash of illumination, as he feels the god’s spine crack und...
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lycan lessons
the child wailing in the cart pissed off the wolfhound long in the wild it ambled over and pressed her teeth against the nape of its neck and in its den re-educated it on the lessons of living
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facts true.
too bad the only dancer i knew was one who danced with Death and the queen i knew was bald and wore wigs the sailor i loved had no tongue and morals? morality is open source
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coelacanth, what?
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don't forget to make me jelly
only if it’s in writing. only if the mamba’s a series of verbs and nouns or a tango of adjectives desolate saturdays perched upon a seat of some kind beasts afraid of the world pouring self and bullshit through fingertip pressings of plasti...
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Laughter and Darkness
It was the kind of the job you could walk away from, apparently. I found it necessary to move from place to place, only to appease my paranoia. Eventually, I felt it was safe to settle down. The American Dream risen from the smell of gunsmoke of one fa...
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The Lead Lined Room
Jesus looked the Bishop square in the eyes. He had the patience of infinity and it showed when the Bishop flinched after five minutes of intense staring. The Bishop dabbed at his sweat pearled forehead with a silk kerchief and wrung it until it dripped...
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Inverse Crimes
He picks the lock clumsily. His heart is hammering against his ribcage so loud he’s surprised it doesn’t wake up anyone. Three 0’clock is the best hour for inverse crimes… nobody expects anyone breaking in to leave something beh...
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The Empty Building
The shabby, crumbling edifice is towered above by glistening skyscrapers. A harsh breeze causes its foundations to sway with a creaking like a man’s old bones. Inside there is silence. The rats have died or gone away. There is nothing to gnaw at ...
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dear dim bulb mr fish
then talk to me! i’m in the same room i’m not deaf and dumb alive your tongue with vim it’s no wonder your tongue is numb. writing with your tongue! your head was never clear i have a dim bulb fetish
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Zombie Neighbor
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Zombie Family
Those were strange days inside the house, a drama that was but one of countless in deathtraps across the country. The trio lived in the bleak reality of their own mindless decay. She ambled about the house in a facsimile of her old life, only pausing t...
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I Pour Power Into My Feet
When I pour power into my feet I feel like a fleet god. My toes thrum with ecstasy of humming energy. Power! I imagine they glow violet inside my shoes, my toenails letting off a hissing steam of turgid green. My soles creak and crackle the creak and c...
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The Movie That Probably Will Never Be Made
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The Cheshire Cat (Part III)
The woman laughed and stuck out a slender hand. I found it to be surprisingly firm. “I’m Carmen, an international and temporal thief.” Her smile was dazzling. “With this baby here I guess I’ll have to add multi-dimensional...
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The Will of the Creator
“How many times?” I asked. When there was no answer I screamed, “How many times?!” I stared miserably at the scene ahead of us. It was of me and Sid. For the hundredth time now. Each time I always chose to stay. He shrugged. ...
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The Bodhi Son
He was found against the Bodhi Tree’s trunk, nestled between roots that radiated outwards like the arms of an organic throne. A beard of many months’ growth curled in his lap. His eyes, piercing blue, were open. The first person to place a ...
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dear mr fish, from miss cold hands
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There's No Time to Talk
“Go! I worked something out! Keep your belly away from them at all cost, and you’ll be all right!” Chavik threw himself headlong into the first son of a bitch to break through the barrier. He had wrapped his torso with flimsy sheet me...
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Matryoshka Moments
They say the brain stays alive for ten seconds after you die. What is time but a matryoshka eternity, nestling the division of moments? They say when you die, you relive your life, only what they don’t tell you it is like bungee jumping. At the a...
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The Impossible Movie
The pitch is: Michael Bay making a movie about Michael Bay making a movie about Michael Bay making movies about giant space robots and an asteroid headed for earth! The subplots are: Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan burn through their fifth sappy romance movie t...
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Reiterate the Foyer
When there was nothing but silence and dust motes, she expressed her exasperation. “Oh, this place again!” she said, hanging up her hat. “Oh, hello! Do you know the way in?” She jumped, as the coats parted and a young woman emerged. “Well, yo...
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Hiatus Interruptus
It’s a place where all doors lead somewhere else and when you come back through, you don’t ever return to the same place again, a place where a man leads disjointed lives, sliding with chameleonic ease into every new narrative that presents...
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World Building Project: The Muse
The man left their rumpled bed and dressed. Mother Rose smiled when she saw the man’s expression as he slipped through the door. It was one of fierce concentration. She lay back and lit the cigarette poised on her quellazaire and expelled blue sm...
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A Very Pink Assault
“What’s that?” “It’s a cellphone, mum.” “What is it saying?” “I don’t know. Let me listen.” He bent his ear against the window. “…” “…” “Mika—...
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The Right Wrong Questions
A wandering mendicant enters the narthex, shedding the dust of years. His tattered robes are evidence of a long and arduous journey. He looks up at the Lady of Mourning and begins a beautiful and haunting song of despair and decay. He kneels before the...
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A Reversal of Misfortune
Searching for the remnants of my past left me in such a profound state of despair that I took to creating a still. I imbibed the spirit of strange tubers resembling potatoes and woke one morning with a blinding hangover inside the camp of one of the af...
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The Moments Fondly Remembered
I kind of miss the dungeon, its bloodcurdling wails of horror and its long stretches of shocked silence. The feel of heavy iron studded leather upon my shoulders as my muscles flex, a whip crack resounding. The smell of distended organs in the air. I s...
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Birthdays
It’s said the universe takes care of itself. Death was known, but not conceptualized. Humanity, a last ditch effort towards immortality. A gamble that paid off, out of a thousand bad hands. Meat gone wild, mankind found the waveforms of things an...
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A Future of Regret
