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  • Yo yo yo

    “Sicker than a malaria patient, scared and naked, barely making it, raging fits, stocking shelves with bacon bits, frosted flakes, potato chips, brownie mix, ritz and schlitz… This shit’s the pits, one more shift, then I quit(s), excuse me miss

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 4)

    The side of the parking garage across from the building was bedecked with equipment. The lion’s share, by mass at any rate, was in the form of large loudspeakers, attached unobtrusively to the walls. They played, at volume loud enough to deafen t...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 3)

    She was Mike Kelly, an old friend from college. The phone turned on, activating his headset. “So, I heard you were in town?” He could practically hear her intense grin over the phone. She worked in a business whose precise function he still...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 2)

    Five hours later and five miles east, Ryan Gonçalves stared into his drink at an airport bar in Nashville. The bar was disgustingly new and trendy, with its former earth tones phased out in favour of post-Starbucks decor, all garish off-whites and red...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 1)

    The sky over Nashville was still pitch-black, even at five in the morning, with forty-five minutes to sunup and a clear sky. They made their way to a parking garage Downtown, a few blocks from the half-built visage of the Paramount, with forged securit...

  • "Their raps be icky, mate, my raps be sick-y!"

    All I wanted was some corn chips, but here I was, in the middle of a Walmart aisle that smelt of murder and mold, and I couldn’t get to them. As much as my stomach was near suicide, I couldn’t bring myself to walk over to the staff member (...

    • Author: pir8-cutie
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Southern Monument

    Of all your cruelties, the worst was how you broke my love of dreaming.

  • Death, She Wrote.

    Oswald hated cases like this. Common break-ins, unstable shoot-em ups in the living room; panic killings. Nothing interesting about them. The killer would hopefully succumb to their conscience and spare themselves the ordeal of the guilt. The floorboar...

  • Fall Be Kind

    The flutes surrounded me in a way that, despite ideas of reality and sanity, made complete sense. Notes fluctuated, voices trialed in and out, distanced claps, all-enveloping smiles. It worked in the same sense drowning in a pool solves every problem y...

    • Author: soup
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • Gone Is Me Continued...

    Now to this Three We add one more This Family has become Four…

  • Oblique Step

    There were a few doorways left, frail on scorched hinges and creaking, but I remember what used to wait behind them.

  • Laughing God

    I’m drowning in the lies you told me, praying to God that they are true. but guess what? he laughed at me for loving you.

  • Fake Love

    My tears have turned to blood and my body is numb. I’m puking up your smiles and fake love, because I can’t take it anymore. but still nothing’s changed and you’re still in my veins…

  • The Dark Forest

    The hills were always the greenest I’d ever seen. The sky was the bluest I could have ever imagined. The forest on the edge of the village, though. The forest wasn’t colorest of anything, the outside had none of the vibrancy of all that sur...

  • A Mess Sludge

    a massage w/o a massage a mirage w/o a mirage a cause w/o a cause we was when we was n’t, sent to invent before we went empty, tempt me, with the resemblance of intense systems | in a sentence | it listens

  • Boom?

    “Cover your ears! We’re going out with a bang!!” He pulled the plunger and smashed it back down. She cringed behind the rocks and waited for the catastrophic BOOM. … …. ….. “Did it work?” She asked, looki...

  • Endings

    There’s magic in the captain’s chair – the high back, the armrests, the gimballed weight – but the power is in the association, and that’s all but gone now. The bridge is empty, dark, the crew absent from their stations. I can see the view ou...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Airships: From Ashes

    Hawkeye picked up the papers, examined it briefly, and sighed. Ripping the cap off a nightflare, he held the papers to the fizzing, sparking glow and dropped the burning fragments to the floor. He tossed the flare into the room, and said nothing as the...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Forgotten Login Free (Draft)

    Almost forgot my login let the fingers retrace mistakes, aches, misplaced, wait, create, this place oh god this place of pixels quick, slow, sick, it hardly exists, you know? it tricks what satiates, but… say she weights… Just say say something, an...

  • Maybe halve the time

    You’re a frustrated man. Some thoughts are for keeps, and in the bulk of discarded and mistreated developments he found two distinct items. One, my sense of estrangement. Some vindictive instinct that for a very long time you pushed and later pus...

    • Author: Severian
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • Airships: Cessation

    “This syringe is full of Night Terror. A highly concentrated hybrid dose of Nightmare. When injected in the bloodstream it triggers a flood of adrenaline while simultaneously forcing the brain to go into a dream state. She’d die in ten minu...

  • Airships: Bargaining Chip

    Elletra barely registered the maelstrom of noise coming from below while the Earl stared at her. Her eyes screamed ultimatum but the Earl seemed to be asking a million tacit questions in his gaze. She couldn’t even guess at what he was conjuring ...

  • Bevington

    I am dark without you, darling Cross the still and quiet lake As I sail from your fond farewell Into a colder place It is quiet here beside me Where I used to find your hand Warm in mine through storm and tide Gone, gone with sight of land In the dark ...

  • Airships: Leaders of Men

    Elletra could stand it no more. She thought, and a dagger missed the Earl by less than an inch. Another was in her hand an instant later as she stormed across the room. “You… you think that just because men listen to you, that they’re...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • Airships: Light and Dark

    Her call was lost in the thunder of explosive charges. She twisted back to the first mate and hissed, “You want to let them go up against the Earl alone?” Gladstone hesitated, and that was enough. She twisted, slipped from his grip and was ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
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