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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 relat...
Random Dystopian Short Story
Aug 17, 2021
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Holly berries fill a Styrofoam cup, picked illicitly From the top of the Grey, peeling propane tank in the yard, traded for wild onions, pulled from the Earth where Grendel was buried -- underneath the old pine tree which heard the cowboys and Indians, Huddled ‘round a campfire, Chanting. A whispered song, half forgotten, muffled by the sound of shouting, a battle seen through the gaps of ...
There are no kids, only
Aug 16, 2021
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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 mesh of the grey-blue morning air, a flight of gulls across the sky in this extraordinary silence,&nb...
It was his sayings one remembered
Aug 12, 2021
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