March 2012
27 posts
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The Trial of a Twat
Travis Kyle stared contentedly at his computer screen. He’d just posted a new haiku on his favorite blogging site and it had already gotten 127 likes in the last fifteen minutes. He was quite proud of it,
Roses are quite red, violets are very bluish, I hope I get laid.
If he were to talk about the piece, which he would, constantly, he would praise its simplicity and...
February 2012
19 posts
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The Man, the Myth, the god
He stared out at the crowd of people, sweat dripping from his face. He could feel the praise and worship directed towards him, could literally taste the adoration emanating from then crowd. He gave them a small, self-satisfied smirk as his hand went up, the down across the strings of the guitar. They went insane at its sound, losing a little bit of themselves to the music, giving...
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A Lunatic and a Psychopath
Michael stared at the corner of the room, sitting on his chair. He was dressed in green scrubs that were disheveled and dirty, his curly sandy blonde hair was shoulder length, and he had an unkempt beard. His blue eyes darted from each wall that connected the corner of the room, tracking things that just weren’t there. He had his right hand closed around his left bicep, fingers...
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The (Almost) Deaths of a Princess
The princess stared out the window to her palace room, looking upon the kingdom. It really was a beautiful day. The princess sighed; it wasn’t like there was anything else to compare it to, every day was a beautiful day. Even the days that rained managed to be more enchanting than annoying or bothersome. Everything was perfect in the kingdom, her parents the King and Queen were...
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Things a Mother Does
The wind whipped around Stacy and Delilah, flinging leaves and causing the branches of the trees surrounding them to dance wildly. Stacy clutched Delilah to her, terrified looks on both their faces. Stacy’s face held something more though, regret and resignation. She put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders, bringing her close to her.
In front of them shadows formed...
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Fancy Swinging Murder Time
Steve sat at the bar, his fingers wrapped around his glass of scotch. He was dressed in his finest formal wear, black silk suit with off white pinstripes. He’d had to leave his overcoat and top hat at the door though. He brought the scotch up to his lips and took a sip, happy with the taste and the feel of it sliding down his throat, burning along the way.
Some lounge...
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Suitable Mate
Cale felt the sweat drip from his face. He swung his broadsword, piercing the armor of his foe and dropping him to the ground. He gave the sword a good yank and prepared himself for the next enemy. Around him his men were doing their best but the enemy moved with a single focus. Their men stared with blank eyes, moving and ducking as a single unit, slowly whittling away at Cale’s...
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Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
Wayne stood at the door to the kitchen. He watched Yoshimi pull the vitamins out of the cupboard. He admired her toned arms as she grabbed a glass, filling it with water. She turned and flashed him a grin as she tossed the pills in her mouth and washed them down with the water. She was wearing her track suit from her morning workout, yellow with a blue stripe down the side. She...
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Fury
It had been a long time since it felt anything but fury. Twisting at its core, churning at its emotions, and altering everything it saw and felt into hate. It stalked the forests and the streets, dragging its claws against any surfaces, leaving smoking trails of pain and anger. It destroyed everything that it came into contact with, animate, inanimate, human, inhuman, it didn’t...
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Beautiful Pain
For ordinarywonder
Your words inspire me. Twisting, gnawing, gnashing in a brilliant discord that creates a harmony of discontent. Raging against the ordinary and pushing against the mundane. You inspire terror with your beautiful words of restlessness that transforms in an epiphany of understanding. Your displeasure and distaste leaves a sour taste in my mouth that I can’t wash away with an...
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Valentine's Day in the Woods
Elizabeth crashed through the tree branches, feeling them scratch against her skin and crash together behind her. Her heartbeat raced as she placed one foot in front of the other and ran as fast as she could. She glanced to her sides and saw nothing in the three feet of forest that she could. The moon was in the sky but it didn’t provide any significant illumination for her run...
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The Trial
Wulfgar stood at the base of the waterfall, looking up. He could feel the flow of the water behind him, crashing on the lake it fed into. There was four feet of clearance from the base of the cliff and the water itself, and Wulfgar stood on a small island in the space between them. He could see the small cave, about thirty feet up that was his goal.
As he found the...
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Camera
Jimmy was a photog. He saw the world through a camera lens, snapping photos whenever the fancy took him. He saw everything as captures and shoots, blacks, whites, and color composition. Even when the camera wasn’t in his hand he was always trying to figure out how to get the perfect shot. His friends used them for their photography needs, though he only took candid shots, never...
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The Art of Stepping
Stepping is perhaps one of the most mundane parts of our existence as human beings. We all do it numerous times in our day to day activities. The fact is that to get from one place to another a person has to travel, and for a lot of the time the only mode of transportation that is truly viable is stepping. We place one foot in front of the other and propel ourselves forward towards...
Identity
My turn.
“No, you had your turn not that long ago.”
Want to hunt.
“It’s too soon, I told you, we need to spread it out.”
Want to stalk.
“I know, and you will.”
Now.
“No, it’s too soon. I need to be normal.”
Weak.
“Why, just because you don’t live like this?”
No, refuse to admit true nature.
“True nature? What do you know about true nature?”
Am true nature.
“No, no you aren’t, you’re an...
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King Delirium
He was dressed in a yellow suit with deep purple pinstriped. He face had a strange contortion that was at once a smile and a grimace. Freddy almost could have thought that it was painted it on, it wasn’t. That was his natural face. Well, as natural a face as he had. He flashed Freddy his smile/grimace and takes a deep bow.
“Welcome one and all,” he told him, “To this...
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Tasty Meal
“Come on, just hurry up,” Belinda said, irritation present in her voice, “Just cut the lock.”
Jimmy sighed and stared at the lock, bringing the pair of bolt cutters up to it. He grunted as he brought the handle together, muscles on his large arms bulging as he snapped the lock. Jimmy was a fine specimen of a corn fed Iowa boy, six foot, broad shoulders, muscled, sandy...
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Gotta Eat
Sean leaned back in his loveseat, staring at the open expanse of sky above him. As he took a long drag off the cigarette in his mouth he could almost believe that everything was alright in the world. He put the cigarette out in the ashtray on the small table in front of him and looked around him. Yeah, you could almost believe that everything was alright with the world until you saw...
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Caricature
Leanne crossed herself as she crossed the threshold to the motel. It wasn’t very pretty, hell, it wasn’t even very sanitary, but it was the unappealing qualities that brought her here. She brushed her khaki skirt with her hand and then tugged on the collar of her green sweater, staring at the walls of the building. Yellowed with grime, Leanne could swear that she smelled the...