Stories tagged “surreal”
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Concerto No. 2, Overture: Flight of the Filing Cabinet
Reams of paper fly under his hands, ballpoint gliding across them in half-aimless trails. A cough rises from his throat, brushed by a tinge of cigarette smoke the employee next door isn’t supposed to be enjoying. A mental image of a revolver floa...
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Dream of Mars
There’s an apartment in Seoul, down the trembling alleyways of Itaewon and beside unmarked graves of dust and clay. The apartment has a kitchen, a living room area, a bedroom and a claustrophobic bathroom. Though the fridge is always stocked and ...
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Resolutions Amongst the Odors and Vapors
Somewhere between the cacophony of the crowd and the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his ears, reality melted away in the dingy bathroom. Something scuttled across the broken, lime-green tile; Peter decided not to look. Eyes front and jaw set ...
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City of Dreams
They call Paris the city of dreams these days, which is kind of funny or maybe ironic, since all the other Earthly cities are nothing now but dust and dreams. No one really remembers how it happened, or why, but one day the tide turned and the sea chan...
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Ray
You’re a lazy string picker, chord roaming and flying off rhythm before I start mouthing those words I know. On drugs you’re slower. You’ve got those lost eyes, your fingertips quake like seared mice. When I try to match my lines with yours my ch...
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as yet untitled, pt. 1
When my daughter was born it looked like her face was melting. And Caroline was so proud. “I did it, babe,” she sobbed through gritted teeth, still gushing amniotic slime, “I made us a Picasso.” We called her Harmony, and soon she was two with ...
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Meeting
1. Good afternoon Mr…. 2. George 1. Ah very well, George nice to meet you please take a seat. 2. Thanks. 1. So George… 2. John 1. Your name is John? 2. Yes 1. Your name is John George 2. Yes 1. Well John, may I call you John? 2. Yes 1. Good, good,...
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14:14
14:14 Had to look twice. It didn’t seem right, in some undefined way. 14:14? Come again? How so? A bit of a non-time, wouldn’t you agree? Patently after lunch, but well before afternoon tea, falling somewhere in a temporal chasm, a time-well of non...
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I do what they tell me
The voices have always been there. Maybe I’m crazy or maybe they are real. The results are real. I had no choice but to do what they told me, they just wouldn’t stop. When I try to sleep is the worst, whispers like a distant TV you can̵...
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Show us some leg
The constant tapping sound was what woke him but he knew better than to open his eyes first off. Tensing muscles in his arms and legs, he discovered that he was strapped down, spread-eagled in fact. This was not a good sign. “Ahh, you’re aw...
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Pieced
It was the mole beneath the left nostril that clued her in. The little brown spot with two dark hairs springing from its center was the catalyst to her frightening discovery. Evelyn had seen this face before-not as it was, but as it had been in thirty-...
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The Harvesters Broken
If this is a last will and testament then so be it. The chaff broke through the lines last night. I slept clean through it. Sarah always said I’d sleep through the apocalypse and it looks like she was right. I woke from a dream of transformation ...