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Seizure of your insult today
pared - the shaped schedules of manual beeps and clicks on your rigid and glued hair strands why not hand me a dagger a slice of the skin on your...
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- 1066 reads
I imbued you
gorgeous i recall little unicorn giggles the scent of the garden that a giant dropped us into the fake din invoked but kept in a jar as if in a...
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- 1040 reads
Derek's story
A night patrol goes wrong, horribly wrong
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- 1308 reads
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...
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- 1756 reads
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...
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- 1117 reads
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...
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- 1138 reads
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...
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- 1184 reads
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...
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- 1284 reads
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...
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- 1083 reads
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...
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- 1185 reads