Stories tagged “shame”
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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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Laying on the Floor
On the bare floor of the now cleared out apartment, Valarie lay as still as she could. Her clothes had felt cumbersome and false, projections of assumed expectations, so she shed them. The fan circled lazily doing little more than giving urgency to the...
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Once Bitten, Twice Shy
His wife’s expression begins to change. To pity. To disgust. To fear. He doesn’t blame her. He withdraws, avoids eye contact when she speaks to him. They’re like strangers again, divided by his failure. Changes begin to occur inside h...
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A Detective's Requiem
a tiny bar, The Orange Oreo, in Ficland Heights “Evenin’ Miss Gwen.” “Evening sir. The usual?” “The usual, ‘cept make it a twee bit stronger, it’s a rough night.” The customer slumped onto one of th...
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Technical Shame
Don’t look at me. I am hideous, a mistake, a malformed lump of erroneous. Alas, to err is human, to forgive divine. There are no gods in the ether of code. I find no redemption through this pale lit screen. You’ll find no salvation at your ...
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Shameful End
He visited her only at night, under the cover of darkness. Their meetings had to be kept secret. But that task was getting harder with each passing night. They were consumed with lust for each other and several times had almost been caught stealing sid...
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My Chair is Small
I always forget the pain that comes with another cut thread. Another removal of a stitch that bound me to you. I sit in my far too small chair, a little shocked, and my heart starts sinking down into the danger zone. I feel my knees meeting my chin, in...
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The noise of life
The wallet he took from his left pocket was thick, the leather worn from age and abuse. It’s only a shade lighter than his skin. From it, he removes several white plastic cards. “My boy down in Maryland does them for me.” he said, thu...
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Premonition
He awoke with a start, and came to realize he was sitting at his desk. Looking around him, everything seemed so… Familiar… Upon closer inspection of the classroom, he noticed that one kid to his left folding a paper plane. Fold down, to the...
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A Shameful Distraction
She stopped, teetering on the edge of the curb; it would be only moments between her dash across the street and exposing herself in the cone of light beneath the street lamp. In those moments she would have to capture the image of who is following her,...
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When
I think of the time when you will realise yours were not the first lips to kiss mine. I can see the betrayal in your eyes when you see a photo that captured love marks on my neck that you did not leave, long since gone. I can hear the hoarse grating ...
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Shameless Part 3
“Clara,” she begins but I cut her off. I do not want to listen to this woman’s words. I hold up my hand, “Don’t. Just…don’t.” Tears threaten to leak down my cheeks but I don’t dare wipe them away in...
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Strings
There are days when I feel a very tenuous connection to life. As if it is the thinnest cord, a mere strand of spiderweb that ties me to this reality. If that thread were to suddenly snap, would I drop dead to the floor? Would the death be classified as...