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Derek's story

A night patrol goes wrong, horribly wrong

Burnt salty pumpkin seeds

The press of the binder sends cold into me. By an egg timer, the electricity comes back on. The shadows see me. I'm in the afterthrows - the...

A tinman quote

"Be a dear and pass me my tin foil, Elsie. More than anything, I'd sincerely like to be the tinman I ought to be. I want to be chivalrous and shiny...

Last place (18.4:Last Place)

"Words are the things that hurt, Ryan." the knock comes and I grab the nearest thing and quietly run as fast as I can to the underground away from my...

King Candle

Melting, with a candelabra cutting me and growing out of my weaker thigh and I let out a gasp: "How did that lovely treat get there?" and however...

Religion

The man waited for some sort of verification, some acknowledgment. For hours, he stood pleading to the cross for a sign. "Move me, delude me, provide...

Pulling

I'm not sad. I am spreading a tree and its contents over my cold legs, trunk, and face looking for where the holes are. I am a set of Christmas...

Findings: Flint Readings

This displaces everything: my bluish hypothermic hold. He offered me licorice, he has plenty. A kind hey, a touch of the lips, truth or dare yielding...

The tree

"cause I saw it on tv //they were selling pieces of heaven// and I thought hey how about me// when can I make reservations?" - Sarah Slean I am a...

Of the force that seems to be undenied

I shudder to think that solid exits from barren existences can be be boarded up without decisive thought as to how they were effecting those that...

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