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A Host of Suspicions
He ushered her into the well-lit house, barring the heavy door behind them. It was a well kept home, considering the times. A small fire sputtered in the hearth and the furniture was worn but clean. He took off his coat and hung it on the peg before ad...
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What Do You See?
I felt the brush of an intangible caress fluttering at the edge of my consciousness. They were here. I signaled to my brothers, and the three of us stopped walking through the concrete maze of the city. Several days previous, word had come to us of a g...
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confirmation / confession part IV (the irony)
and today i have experienced irony in its finest form while she read aloud the story of my life in words that were not mine how she told of prufrock’s pain in words she ripped straight from my mind and though he existed years before me i am the m...
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confirmation / confession part II (the offer)
and here i offer you my sacrament and here i offer you my soul in raw and pure and unadulterated form and here in this shithole of a confessional i offer you my very being i offered you these things and you denied them without thinking you said you ha...
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Barrio la Paz
The smell of roasting flesh filled the air with blue plumes of smoke. It was a beautiful day, with a clear blue sky and a salt wind which carried the crash of surf from the near distance where men fished in the old ways, with spear and sheer lung capac...
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Nothing But Dust
Dust blew and settled, eerily green in the night vision cameras. Dust storms were common in the barren land. Though they must wreak havoc to anything caught in them, they often blew important bits of debris into the collection grids for the scientists ...
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ideas pre-ficwrimo
5 minutes more/just one thing/sunday school/satscene/questions/prayers/blanket of comfort/6th floor fire/hypocrites/revival/survival/miracles/zebra chunks/and that was just sunday/ working at school/cds out the car window/overheard while catering/kids ...
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confirmation / confession part VIII (the molecules)
and we’ll review once again my problem with your faith and how you put your trust in god and how i put my trust in the complications in the molecular structure of cee two aitch five oh aitch and that it will soon overload my enzyme factory and h...
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confirmation / confession part VII (the crutch)
you see i know these things deep down inside and somehow i keep them hidden i know there will be hope for me even though i know there isn’t i know that i will soon be fine even though i want to die all this pain i feel i could negate in an instan...
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confirmation / confession part VI (the donation)
but you can take my clothes straight to the goodwill and you can take my books to the incinerator they say you aren’t equipped to handle this and i agree completely but you have to know i never intended you to be able to help me how could you h...
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No One Knows the Half of It
My rage roiled deep inside of me, a whirling storm of fire, pain, and destruction. It started in heart and in my head, twin springs bursting forth. Hot springs of emarassment that turned to hatred even as they boiled along the length of my arms and dow...
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Create!
The artist paints The craftsman sculpts The writer scripts The designer pieces The musician harmonizes Whether you create One way or another The point is to do it And do it with flare Be you, be the essence of yourself Put your heart into it Move so t...
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Water
In the stillness of the day, I sit on the edge of the dock, immersing my feet in the chill water of the lake. Pumpkinseeds and minnows dance in the dappled light.
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Rumors Stronger than Truth
Mike hunched over and slid against the wall trying not to be seen. He wished he had a newspaper,a book- anything. He opened his mobile and looked down at the picture of his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend now, a nasty voice in his head reminded him. Footstep...
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submissive
She is just the right height, ebony hair falling daintily down her graceful back, tucked demurely behind her ears. Chin perpetually tilted downwards, her mind is focused on my will. Doing my will hurts her, she is perfectly aware. But she delights in i...
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Word Assosciation
Pom-Bears … Pom-Bears? … Yes… … [laughs] Ok! Pom-Bears teddies Paddington Bear London home bed hugs romance love heartbreak You would… Daniel You would! asshole poop digestion function equation X piracy Captain military wa...
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Motor City Blues
A plastic bag danced across the vacant street. You walked down the snow covered road, as the wind roared through the midnight sky. The broken glass beneath your feet crunched with every step you made. As you turned left, you are startled by a ferocious...
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All Locked Up
The Zoo had nothing for me. All their animals were still locked up in white fiber-glass cages. Still R&D had never led me wrong before. I was missing something important but I couldn’t put my finger on what. I gave the Keeper a wry smile and ...
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Melody the Unicloud: Smoke Signals
Heedless of any danger or threat to her own well being, Melody charged into the forest determined to stop whatever was going on. Weaving through the trees, leaping over fallen logs, she relied on her powerful sense of smell to guide her in the right di...
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The Mountain Man
My feet crunch through new snowfall, the powder muffling all other sounds. Most people find that eerie. I think it’s peacful. A crow yells at me from a nearby evergreen and I pause and look up. I pull a small morsel out of pocket and offer it up....
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The Last Reunion: Dreams of Silk
New Reunion darkened with the sky. Lamps lined the edges of the rough streets and neither coal, nor oil was wasted on keeping them lit. Sam passed a couple of general stores that according to the broken English catered to Min of Hi Kalibur. The words c...
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Turning back the clock
The empty train station rang with their footsteps. Behind her, a baby thrashes, its jarring wail echoing around the high ceiling above her. She was transfixed as they approached. Faces hooded and blurred like an ink drawing in a rain of tears. A scream...
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Breaking Point
When I think of my little sister, I think of that song. I think, you’re fine, you really blow my mind, hey Juliet. Funny that it’s that I think of rather than the story she was named for. Did Mom think that was perfect too, about Juliet? ...
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My Independence Day
His words, sunk into me like a topical poison arrow through my heart. Through my despair, anguish, self hate, all I feel is misery. His words are like a wound that never heals. He tells me every day, what a piece of shit I am. That I haven’t wor...
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I Think, Therefore...
She flexed her fingers, feeling the skin shift and stretch slightly to accomodate her movements. Fascinating she thought, lifting her left foot with visible ecstasy and placing it with infinite care on the cold linoleum flooring. She registered a tinny...
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confirmation / confession part X (the solution)
let us go then, you and i while the sun is burning still in the sky and let us run away escape and etherize ourselves upon whatever surface we can find and then please don’t let secrets out this isn’t yours to tell i’m sorry if it t...
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confirmation / confession part XI (ode to mr. ginsberg)
and while we’re on the subject of god let me tell you of my holy mind and how my holy mind allows me not to make any holy decisions and how the holy holy word that bounces between my holy hemispheres and how the holy hair that latches onto my ...
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confirmation / confession part V (the eons)
again eons with the strange words and again eons with the strange times and again eons with the strange dreams and again eons with the strange words and how i wish i could shove these words into your ear and force you to believe the truth i can’...
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confirmation / confession part I (the problem)
yes this is a cry for help yes this is my pain yes i know that you cannot help me yes i wish you could no i am not seeking any form of attention if i were i would be a lot less secretive and a lot less private and attempt very hard to show off my ...
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The 'Rock Room'
A spotlight came on, centering on a smartly dressed woman sitting on a stool at the front of the stage. Delicate fingers tuned an acoustic guitar. Her vibrant red hair and sharp facial features gave her a fox-like appearance. I had tagged her as ‘...
