Stories tagged “naked”
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Nano Pt. 1
Of all the places to wake up in, the morgue is the probably most disconcerting. It’s especially bad when you’re inside one of those body bags—there’s no way to open them from the inside. Apparently, the best way to escape is to ...
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They get the short end of the stick. They get shafted. They get the raw end of the deal. They take it on the chin. They take a licking and keep on ticking. They bend over backwards. They draw the short straw-um, i mean they ward the shorts warts.
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I Want to Remember
I awoke. I had apparently been sleeping for a long time. My hair is rumpled, my clothes are off. I’m sitting naked in a dark room. There are no doors. There aren’t any exits. I can’t get out. My memory seems very unclear. I can’...
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The Naked Line
The concrete floor was cold on my bare feet, and I could feel a draft on my bare legs. There were nine of us standing, eyes straight ahead, hands folded over our genitals. I don’t know how long we stood there, it seemed like hours. There was to b...
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Roommate in A Co-Ed Dorm (homophone)
“Find it!” she screeched, throwing anything and everything up in the air. “Help me find it!” She threw clothes, blankets, pillows, books, cds, and even a table across the room. I stared at her. Living in a coed dorm on campus wa...
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Sometimes the World is a Strange Place
He stood in front of the army in all the armor he owned. It was not much, but his civilization had not fought a war in almost a thousand years. They descended upon him like a black cloud. As the mass consumed him, covering him in darkness he moved viol...
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Logic, Emotion, and Mathematics
Gravity was my Key I pushed myself up off the cold ground. Rocks from the road clung to my nakedness. I brushed them away with a shaking hand. Even though I had starved myself relentlessly to get my weight down, it hadn’t been enough to allow me ...
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News Flash/ Poetry vs Prose /Bloody Heap of Humanity
Here’s some news! I refuse to be used I choose careful clues A foot print pair of terrible hooves I stare stoned and lose Bare boned with barely Bearable blues and clarity Waking wearily wearing Booze breath Two step in my shoes Cruise in my f...
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Death of my Imagination
I sat one night, gun cocked at my side, nothing in sight just my screen and I. Sleepless encounters drove me to such madness’s which trickled into my dreams. The madness grew each waking moment of each work-less day. No progression, no muse. The ...