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"decay"
the mercy of the living by bear mccreary
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Two Sentence Story They said they were going to unplug me tomorrow. Can't they hear me scream "I am alive"?
Sweatsummer comes full circle only in the moments we are closest,
when the water in your skin drips out
once
and heals my drought. as a gardener, i love you
between the rows, on your knees to weed out
what won’t flower between us.
when the weather holds out
we reap the rewards.
my bedroom isn’t ever hot until we close the windows,
strip down and make even the skulls on my dresser sweat;
of the hundred some odd nights we’ll spend together this season
i’ll try to remember these.
"There are some things you don't come back from.
Living DaylightsQuite simply,
he was there
until he wasn't.
Stuck in black within
the corners of my vision,
I found him staring
unwelcome
as I bent over the kitchen sink,
saying "Hail Mary"
and ignoring his shape
limp-crawling closer,
impossibly tall,
collapsing in on himself.
I could not place him
unless I found him centered
in my sight,
and though I tried,
he slipped consistently sideways
and forward.
Needle-fingers curling on the counter edge,
dead-minnow breath rattling soft.
Trembling, I shut my eyes
and felt his presence gone.
I can only keep my eyes closed
for so long.
HPM: The 30thIt was the dark ages. It was the day plumes of smoke and ash commanded the skies. Pyroclastic flows snuffing out thousands of lives on one mighty gulp! It was, oh how it was! It was the darkest of days! The blackest, the most void of hope! Where was the sun!? Where was the joy of laughter!? Where was her youth?
There a body lay flattened on a bed of smooth shimmering sheet. The head which bore red eyes laid to its side as fingers played with subtle winkles in the fabric, chasing each wave of reflection till it ebbed or caught in shadows.
Around her body was a subtle yellow stola with loose fabric that did not hug her frame, and a loosely wra
You either live with them, or you don't."
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The Gospel of Joe Prologue When you want to describe the end, how do you begin? I suppose I could start the end with “In the beginning,” given the religious undertones at play, but I've never been good at jokes. Which is sad because there was plenty of understated irony to chuckle at as the world crumbled.
Now, missing persons reports get filed all the time. I've filed plenty during my years at the NYPD. But when hundreds of thousands spontaneously disappear in a single moment the world over, eyebrows rise. At first, they called it The Rapture. By “they” I mean the sarcastic fucks on the Internet and the late night talk circuit. Then video ev
UntitledIn the dark I wander
wonder far inside; think
the universe contracts
revolves inside of me.
Sleep stands a vigil
just a thought out of reach.
Galaxies spiral across the expanse of mind...
supernovae flare
when sleepless thoughts collide.
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quote and music from frank darabont's the walking dead [2010 -]
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Comments: 15
d-e-l-e-t-e-d [2014-10-17 04:18:22 +0000 UTC]
*sniffles* That was beautiful.
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lady-of-the-quill In reply to 91816119 [2014-10-19 20:11:05 +0000 UTC]
So I'm not the only one who doesn't get some comments in the inbox! I thought I was crazy...
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calliopen In reply to 91816119 [2014-10-19 23:50:44 +0000 UTC]
no problem haha it happens.
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SleentheBeast [2014-10-16 22:40:59 +0000 UTC]
Thank you so very much for the feature
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