Crossroad

I walked there almost every day when the morning was returning to the air. This cast out bit of farmland that hadn’t yielded anything in generations. There was a bird nest there that I liked to check up on from a distance and make sure the mourning mother didn’t need me as a savior from […]

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Party

There is a woman resting against the bark of a sakura tree with her eyes closed. She is awake but needs a break from all the sunlight. There are tallies marked on the sheath of her sword for the people she has killed along her way. She knows there is a better day ahead of […]

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Medium

The attic cardboard boxes of the future will be filled with dusty memory drives that no longer fit the ports of new computers. Either that or maybe there will be an old PC among them as a record keeper of a past you can only see in former resolutions. This isn’t much different than the […]

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Breaking Down

I turn off the lights to make it easier to picture her on the train between her district and my own. The windows are pointless, showing only the neglected rusted walls of all our man made mistakes, but without them things would just be more enclosed. The lowest on the corner store totem pole props […]

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Implications Of The Prologue

Sometimes it feels like I went to high school with the whole world all at once. The banners in the hallway were a symbol of the box we all were stuck in. The tests were centered around movies we’d have to watch to find the answers, and they would almost never be there, so clearly […]

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School Night

The houses look like caved in faces at the fruition of a fight. Expensive dresses stand on their own on every sidewalk and hold their cigarettes between the fingers of their gloves made out of silk, that are filled by nothing, but still function at their best as almost arms. Middle school kids eat fast […]

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Gamble

They placed bets with the spirit of all streetlights in a pool of dark where no one could find them. Its hands were cold like tiles in the Winter and the webbing in between them was transparent just like plastic but with a pattern that resembled something scaled. They hitchhiked out there across several Western […]

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