Stories tagged “continuation”
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Oi!
Oi! Your voice is in my head! What’s it doing in there? I don’t know if it should be there, Maybe we should get it out. But it silently refuses to leave. It doesn’t distract me, It has good behavior, But when I turn my mind loose Into...
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Hiding Behind The Stitches (Continued)
Meanwhile The pressure is building deep inside The tears are burning behind my eyes And people ask me Cross my invisible line I’m miserable and broken, the teenage equivalent of ‘I’m Fine’ I can feel it Its pressing down inside my head My very ...
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A Noisome Bell
Sergeant Philips, who was put on the other end of Sutton’s call, was less than the picture of attentiveness at this hour. He’d barely arrived at the office, he thought, even the sun decided this was far too early an hour to get out from und...
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Encore
I know why they call it a stab of jealousy. Imagine an instantaneous strike of emotion centered in your chest, the impact enough to make you gasp. Then it diffuses and bleeds outward into the rest of your body. Clenched fists, vision tinted, a dark red...
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Extemporaneous Instance of Skin; Enlightened Love
The transparent surface reflects flesh eclipsing our skeleton’s silence on the water’s akimbo window a solid flow of indigo limbs where all we know bends like elbows; it blends where waving movements never end and I’m a part of ti...
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Time Passes (or: Long After The Day of Swearing)
In hindsight, I guess being stranded in 2007 wasn’t so bad. You’d be amazed at how much the world had yet to go through after 2007: a new president, tsunamis, earthquakes, oil spills, recessions, unexpected celebrity deaths, and so on. To b...
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Something Comes to Those Who Wait (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 14)
It was a cool winter’s night. I’d gone out with a couple buckets of a deïcing mixture I’d concocted (salt and beet juice work surprisingly well) to take care of a patch of black ice that had historically—well, historically to m...
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Biopic (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 16)
The screen filled with white again. The woman’s face conveyed both bemused expectation and irritation at delay. There was still something wrong with it, barely above the subliminal, but enough to pique my senses. The black letters did not appear ...