Stories tagged “rage”
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Victor, your emotions are tagged as follows -
So you claim that you’re smarter than me, actually, smarter than all of us. Rationally without fault, a blameless intellectual and talented composer, complete with typical smug smile. Stupid mistake for a genius to make. You should never piss off...
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Fast Girls
“Say no? Say no? Duh, there’s a tough call, Rae. Gee, let me think about that. Would I want a Xerox of my self putting around in a scooter with your fat a…” “Violet…” “No-no, don’t Violet me. Am I e...
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Working Up to It
Let it build, man. Feel it. Micah was taking heavy strides across the street to follow Dino, who finally arrived with his usual entourage of flunkies in tow, into the club. The bouncer had spotted him and already looked nervous. Either he read the expr...
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Stranger at the Laundry
The last thing I want to do right now is to go to the laundry, but I’m sure I’ll be on duty later today, so I go anyway. I feel very conspicuous, seeing as I’m wearing my only clean cloak, a sunshine-lemon yellow. The laundry I use is...
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Grim's Soul Mate
Shocked beyond belief, because this woman isn’t flinching or running from my face, and she actually wants to talk to me. “You don’t know what its like,” I murmur, and turn back to the machine, scythe in hand. With a soft, tender...
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Power Be It Now
I chose power. That one night after the Satanic chant, he offered our group a choice; one thing they wanted and I couldn’t help but chose power. Everyone was stupid enough to chose simple things like riches and beauty, but power can take you furt...
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Lost Too
I’m sorry you died in my arms. The blood, oh the blood, it was everywhere. Your new top, the one I thought was so cute and dainty, was turned from off-white to bright red. Before I knew what I had done, my stained hands had transferred it to your...
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Pull the trigger first.
I sprint across the road, feeling bullets whiz past my face, and dive facefirst into the ditch on the other side. I spit out the mouthful of gravel I get for my trouble and start crawling forward, pausing in terrified silence every few seconds. I hear ...
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I Want To Hurt You
You have rendered us impotent. I see the smiling faces on the young of your kind. They point at us. Some make faces that are intended to scare us. Right. I beat against the solid air and you jump back. Afraid. You recognize my power. Then I see it dawn...
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The Barbed Bond of Hatred
I daydreamed about what I would do to Parker. They were elegant fantasies, richly constructed to soothe hurt feelings and dissipate rage, and about as satisfying as eating in a dream. Sometimes they’d be elaborate Rube-Goldberg-style deaths invol...
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Two Hundred Thousand Years
In the end, it boils down to nature, not nurture. It boils down to the millions of years of vicious evolutionary rage, pent up through long nights dreaming sleeplessly around savannah campfires while lions roar saber-toothed death from the bushes. It c...
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Spoken Word Poetry (2)
Invariably I’m near Where their degree Varies barely But nary is it me I’m clearly Steering A completely Different pedigree Quite simply I write to set it free My white hot fiery Light and lovely Enclaves of caves on coves Where soul mates ...
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Nicotine Dreams
F this nicotine patch It f-ing itches And I can’t help but scratch it With the clawed paws Of sharp tooth jawed bitches W/ attractive intact backs Drool dripping delicious They’re sipping what’s fresh Swinging hips those hipsters I i...
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A Willing Hand
Shadow, you who often haunt my dreams With tearless regrets and burdens unnumbered Soft dark locks bowed, with cares encumbered Who fill bleak grey autumn with trembling screams I would let solace into your betrayal seared heart And prove t...