Stories tagged “grip”
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Thunder and Lightning
The soft pitter-patter of rain was the only sound in the oriental ghost town. On one side of the town stood the giant hulking figure of a sumo wrestler, on the other the wispy form of a ninja. It was a dream match-up, speed and agility versus power and...
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little yellow sparrow
you held that little yellow sparrow in your palms but your grip was much to callous it was much to strong now there’s blood stains on your hands and nothing left to sing us songs.
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Getting a Grip
I was never much for romance. Love, that heady, all-encompassing sort of thing had mostly eluded me. After Katherine’s death I felt no remorse; she had made her choice. At the funeral I showed an appropriately affected visage; we’d been off...