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6/23/08 Haiku Spree #14 when you make candlesyou have to melt the wax firstand then dip the wicks Originally posted 2008-06-23 21:02:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter … Read entire article »
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Forgotten Memories
The violent roar of Slipknot blares in my ears as I continue on in my failed attempt to drown out the incessant whining of the younger generation in the room with me. I catch a little bit here and there but never enough to make out any discernible conversation, just the word or two that manage to sneak their way past my earbuds in the quieter pauses of the song. I silently gaze every now and then to catch someone across the room in mid conversation, wondering my own mind what in the world they are talking about. The conversations they are holding in my head are enough to provide me my own amusement. I can’t help but sit and wonder what it must be like to be so young, an … Read entire article »
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The Things, Part 10
“Hush now little one. It’s okay” Selene said with a motherly voice she did not know resided in her. The young girl whimpered; a helpless, frightened soul that had found solace in the arms of a stranger. She lay trembling as Selene dabbed the gash atop her head with peroxide. “It stings, Miss Selene.” “I know it does, baby doll. I know it does.” Selene flicked the cotton ball across out into space, adjusted her position on the bathroom floor and cradled Kaylee in her arms. A tear came to her eye. “Kaylee?” “Yes ma’am?” As much as Selene hated the term (its very utterance made her feel old and she despised it) but she welcomed it with open arms and the realization suddenly flooded her mind I am her mother now. She clutched the girl tightly. “Where … Read entire article »
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Beast
Shadows danced eerily across the log walls as a breeze from the ceiling’s fan slowly rocked the candles’ flames. The bed of coals in the massive stone fireplace glowed brightly; a pop echoed through the room, wakening the sleeping man. A small geyser of flame erupted and quickly withered and died. Startled, he sat upright and fumbled for his Winchester. Taking aim at the window before him, he breathed a sigh of relief. For beyond the glass, the moonlit silhouette of pine trees swayed gently to and fro in the distance. “Just the wind, Johnny (although that wasn’t his real name; he always called himself Johnny). Just the wind.” He lowered the rifle and leaned back on the sofa again, fixing his gaze on the dying fire. His eyes grew heavy, hypnotized … Read entire article »
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life is full of possibilitiesbut there are inabilitiespeople have createdcausing lives to be wasted Originally posted 2008-07-04 11:22:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter … Read entire article »
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heavy eyes fighting longing for that sweet sweet sleep that keeps evading Originally posted 2010-12-12 06:57:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter … Read entire article »
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Changing my mind … again.
I swear, I change my mind more often than a woman. Instead of making you all wait for this month’s short story, I’m going to make you really wait. I’ve decided that instead of posting a story for this month – don’t worry, I’m still going to write it – I’m going to nip it in the bud and do something else. This being story number twelve, and seeing as you have already (hopefully!) read the other eleven, I’m going to leave you in suspense. I’m in the process of compiling the previous eleven into a book. For the twelfth, I’m going to write and write and see how far I can take it. I don’t know how long it will be, but I can assure you it will be a lot … Read entire article »
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get in bed with meslip in under the coversand we can make love Originally posted 2008-06-27 18:59:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter … Read entire article »
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The Things, Part 9
The Thing lay in bed in a tiny studio apartment; a gray skinned specter void of life. An investigator worth his weight in salt would have sworn the man had been dead for weeks. A metal oscillating fan with no safety cover and a broken housing slowly retrained its aim on the bed, the sheets moving in waves as water lapping on a seashore. The little pink and blue ribbons tied to what was left of the safety cage stood proud of the fan, fluttering wildly as the cool breeze molded the sheets to the Thing’s body, sculpting and shaping like an invisible hand on clay. A wedge of sunlight shone through the window, creeping silently, slowly across the pillow. A fly landed on the dead man’s forehead and began an … Read entire article »
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The Things, Part 8
…the Thing had lunged at her; now it laid on the ground at her feet a bloody, unrecognizable mass. Its face stared up at her (what was left of it anyway), its lone eyeball gazing into her own, as if to say “help me”. The side of its head concave, now a spongy red and gray mass, looked surreal to her as the green grass provided a sharp contrast to where the Thing’s skull should have been. She had broken its jaw clean in two, one side of it protruding grotesquely through its chin. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She reacted, her basest animal instinct – kill or be killed – kicked in and directed her body. As she brought the club down atop the Thing’s head, she felt nothing. Emotionless, … Read entire article »
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