Eternal Incineration
Everything I once had is gone. It wasn’t a lone thief who’d snuck in during the middle of a single night to clean me out. It was instead a series of small burglaries, committed by an efficient team...
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Papa’s gone. And I’m alone. Again. As dusk is swallowed by night, I peer through the glass of the front door at a world that carries on without me. In the dirty, etched glass that serves as my...
View ArticleDiseased
I’m infected. Chewed up by an army of secrets, I’ve felt a thousand sets of viral teeth feasting on me over the years. I shouldn’t have let it happen, but there really wasn’t much I could do. The...
View ArticleThe Roommate from Hell
Day 3 I have a new roommate. And he’s the roommate from hell. I realize that phrase is thrown around a lot, usually to describe housemates whose behaviors range from the mildly annoying peccadillo to...
View ArticleDamned Words
Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. Heed: true beauty tis not in the eye of the beholder but in the minds of the Damned. Open yourself to us… A Picture Paints 100 Words, by Dan Dillard The knob creaked...
View ArticleBad Company
“So, am I correct in assuming that you only go for our white women?” Richard asked, spearing the slice of grilled pork with his fork and jabbing the meat into his eager mouth. Here it was. The moment...
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Betrayal Dan Dillard It began with one. But bolt by bolt and rail by rail, Walls he could not scale. Leaving was to no avail. The bastard. I didn’t mean it as a snare, At first, it was not a jail. He...
View ArticlePandemonium
Staring out at the city of death, an exhausted Hannah sat sucking into her lungs the humidity that drifted in through the empty windowpane. On a side table, her dinner plate of raw meat was brimming...
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Small Sacrifices Nina D’Arcangela Thank you Father, for this bounty you bestow upon me. On small feet they come, hands overflowing with offerings; small sacrifices to appease the almighty. Their pulse...
View ArticleTrue Colours
BIANCO – To use a cliché or maybe four, I am full of them you will see for sure. As a true master of disguise, It’s within the shadows I spin lies. As has been and so shall be, I always stand right...
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