Stories tagged “surreal”
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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 ...
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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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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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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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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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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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Shell of a Man P.1
He almost slipped on the shampoo that spilled to the suctioned rubber mat on the shower floor. When he caught himself before chipping a tooth, he clutched the handle on the wall and sighed deep relief, looking down at the drain as the spout battered th...
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Hello?
I hear them again. Mom said it was just my imagination but I can’t turn it off. I imagined the TV and pressed the button but the people just stayed on the screen. They talk and I can’t see them. I open my eyes and the TV is gone I can’...
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promises, promises
getting clean kicking nicotine losing sleep vivid dreams oozing hoof deep It did seem like mayhem Fraying the seam Of thought stitches Love wrought sickness Sloshing mental streams With galoshes On a gala of girls and Liz Mrs. Not So Cautious Misses &#...
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You Are The Intricacies of Time (because you recognize time)
do you practice this these practices of an actor or pen actress twisting worlds in acrobatics of ink even tingling inklings of eden trickling evenings in cups to drink? nothing is what it seems it hatches leaving foot prints back to dreams nothing itse...
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Cruel Cocoon
cruel residual jewel of venomous emptiness— in the dual mirror— a visual temptress stepping naked coming nearer; you can’t hear her spreading palm down on your chest with pink painted fingernails impaling, pulling off flesh dressed b...
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Regrets
You need to understand something. I never meant for anyone to die. I know that what we tried to accomplish usually has… what’s that phrase? You know, the one which politicians and generals love so much? Oh yeah, collateral damage. I never t...
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Burning Husk
The thermometer’s red vein pulsated and read 113 as I walked towards the heat. The blue flames consume the smell of propane, as they turn slowly orange. Carefully I place corn on the grill each carefully wrapped in husk by nature, spaced evenly two f...