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Untitled FableBone splinters, pure-white like expensive china. Smell of talcum powder, morphine, sterilizers. Cracking, splitting, sawing. Tired and blood-soaked, the sheets sagged over the surgery bed. Earlier in the week, Timothy had come home early from work. The two of them talked in the warm, dark living room by the fire. Jemima smoothed her skirt over her long, long legs. “The doctor says he can make you taller.” Jemima said. “Why?” Timothy asked. “He just says he could.” “I don’t want tUntitled Fable
by ~Akbarsimian
It Will Chase You DownIt was raining, and the rain fell so hard it bent the trees. The trees bent and dripped in the rain, and all the sounds of the street were drowned in it. Sam heard nothing but this rain, and then something quiet hit him in the feet and threw him. It came up out of the ground through the bottom of his shoes and ran through him like an army. It tasted like steel. There was no part of him it didn’t invade.It Will Chase You Down
Sam fell in the street in a lake made from a clogged sewer. The thunder came much later, while he was picking his teeth up out of the cracks in the
by ~Akbarsimian
A Little RevolutionIt smells of candy dust in here. Gum wrappers shine bright blue and pink in a line of light that sneaks through the cardboard on the windows. Ira Stein puts a finger to his lips:A Little Revolution
‘shh. . .’ he says, ‘tell no one.’
There are alien wars frozen on the shelves under magazine titles made of laser-beams. But we ignore the comic-books, because Ira tells better stories.
‘shhhh. . .’ he says, ‘because no-one will understand. Our little secret, yeah?’
In the classroom there is Plexiglas in the windows instead of real g
by ~Akbarsimian
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Once each year after April’s first warmth wounds the still-standing snow, after long darkness has lifted from distant deserts, he is stunned into believing in the static energy of possibility.
There is no overture to his frenzy: He looks up, sees Scorpio, that most dangerous of friends, two stars blinking in his tail like a highway hazard, gripping in a claw the top of a mountain in Mexico.
April brings him epiphanies. His walking has been through empty rooms, his talking has been to furniture. “Everything I need is waiting for
by ~rkrantz
nine1.nine
be their happy childhood, dipped in coloured glass and wound around the stairwells. be a boat with sails and a tire swing. be butterfly nets. be monarchs and lilacs in the summertime be summer itself. be desperation and a snare drum, old Beatles songs winding up from the floor below, your yellow hair something from a storybook.
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put your hand inside their head and lead them out the back door and through the trees. show them the spot where you took an axe to the silver eye of God's skull and boxed up his body p
by ~emilygolightly
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Tina
Sorry if I wasn't as full of energy as usual. It was still nice, though.
Happy New Year if I don't see you before.
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Literature's Forum.
soup's up :: sound off :: imagine
Look forward to having some time to take a closer look at your work, which so far I've enjoyed.
Here's something else: you probably know this already but I recently learned the cabinetmaker's usage of the word '
'The lid of that box is proud of the sides'
I think that's nice.
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