Stories tagged “stream of consciousness”
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Percolating It Ain't
Percolate. Effort and random associations are struggling to steep the vapors of imagination with something more than retread ideas and glossy superficiality. I should be doing something else. This will amount to nothing anyway. I should go read ‘...
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The Countdown
The sky is large on large days, and small on small days. Jeanette knew this to be true, but she’d never quite understand what it meant. Until today. She woke up, realized that the author didn’t have a clue where he was going with this mess,...
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Good Seeing
The sky is large on large days and small on small days. This is life on the prairies. A thunderstorm brews and you can’t see across the yard for all the rain that’s falling. A winter storm strikes and the grey blanket is now a white one. Bu...
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The teeny voice
“The sky is large on large days and small on small days!” the teeny voice recited over the sequels. “The sky’s the limit, the sky’s the limit!” God, I hate that voice. Even after all these years, it still comes back ...
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Who Can tell?
“The sky is large on large days and small on small days.” “Wha…??” “Let me explain: my perception of reality makes the sky bigger on big days, and smaller on small days. It’s like green, it gets darker on green days an...
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birthday morning
The sky is large on large days and small on small days and [don’t edit] birthdays are good days unless they’re bad days don’t hide hideaway days are also small and perhaps lost days lots of days daze days on the bright grey sea d...
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Ruins
There is something beautiful and intriguing to me about ruins. In really every sense of the word, too. Physical ruins are the most obvious. Monolithic tributes to a deceased kingdom or civilization, begging to be discovered. I wonder what secrets they ...
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Ode to a TV character on the event of your untimely demise
We never met. How could we? After all, you are simply a fantasy. A combination of writers, directors and an actor, captured going through the motions of a life that never quite existed. But does this stop you being… real? We met many times. You w...
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Jam and Honey on the Other Side
I smiled to myself and forgot about the tear that escaped from my eye. I’m finally the peanut butter. And so I sat with everything and the kitchen sink, lost without time to think as the nutty nuts brought before me wholegrain husky white and brown, ...
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Attention
He cried out for attention, and was rebuffed. He was told that his voice wasn’t important, that he should just give it up. It wasn’t like he could ever hope to accomplish anything anyways. He cried out for attention, and was immediately and...
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Perception
You say don’t exactly follow the norm; that may be true, but I sometimes pick up that you keep closer tabs on what exactly is the norm so that you can purposely get away from it. At proper times you claim a rebellious nature, but given the nature...
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Non-Stop, Non Edited Stream of Consciousness
Seriously though deleriously so I smashed my index finger between two ten pound weight plates at the gym now I’m typing rather gingerly cringeing but still here still springing creativity to life vividly like crystal rotating with sunlight illumi...
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Stream of Consciousness Continued
…when stillness sounds violent during calm vibrant vibrating insects strumming their wings humming hymns they sing about the footfalls of wolves on cold nights — breath bursting from their teeth with puffs of steam rising past their moonlik...
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Building the Bandwagon
Streams flowing upward/ That’s not a snake/ Morning ritual (of death)/ Ogrecide?/Superheros as embodiments of cities/ Write to life/ Blue impostor/ Generation gap/ SP-P-P-EED SHOES!/ Deep space cartography/ Desperate measures in metric and U.S. c...