Random Dystopian Short Story

He woke up ten hours later and reached instinctively for the blade he kept hidden under the pillow, remembering only afterwards that this was not home. After six months it was amazing the habit remained. He grabbed instead the knife he kept hidden in one of his thick leather boots and sat up slowly, scanning the room for the source of the sound that woke him. Nothing. It was hard to take the relative protection of the safe house for granted after months of paranoia. Even here he was not safe,... more

Aug 17

There are no kids, only

Holly berries fill a Styrofoam cup, picked illicitlyFrom the top of theGrey, peeling propane tank in the yard, tradedfor wild onions,pulled from the Earthwhere Grendel was buried --underneath the old pine treewhich heard the cowboys and Indians,Huddled ‘round a campfire, Chanting. A whispered song,half forgotten, muffledby the sound of shouting, a battleseen through the gaps of her fingerswhile sirens drown the sound of... more

Aug 16

It was his sayings one remembered

It was his sayings one remembered.Like the kiss of a wave --chill and sharp, and yet solemn.He could be intolerable; he could be impossible --but adorable to walk with,on a morning like this. Everywhere, there was a beating --a stirring of galloping ponies,wrapped up in the soft meshof the grey-blue morning air,a flight of gulls across the skyin this extraordinary silence, and peace.And in this purity, bells struck --the sound fading up there among the... more

Aug 12

Hope

Hope is watching my daughter walk over pebbles that I had to scale as mountains

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