Chemical Steam

We find enjoyment in shattering cheap tables, you can buy in any store, with the sledge hammers we found in the shed. The plastic melts into the burning street while they sit waiting for days on the curb. The chemical steam coming off of them refracts the light above like a mirage, and the horseflies […]

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Remaining Fragments

They sit on the stairs and tell stories about the times when they would climb into whatever dark holes they could find just to see something new. The moments they held onto from back then are too few, and they struggle to keep a grip on the last remaining fragments. They sketch on napkins faces […]

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Distance

Haunted backpacks are donated to kids who can’t afford their own, and they walk through the halls with specters coming out of their spines. They arrange the world in lines making loud machinery to shave away any remaining curved edges. The tops of mountains make their pupils spin, but they’re confident that in a few […]

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Tendency

The people carrying box fans on their backs stop for a moment to wash the mud off their hands in the stream. Without thinking the passenger throws a plastic wrapper over his shoulder into the backseat, forgetting that this was his friend’s car, and quickly turns around to try and find it on the floor. […]

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Veins

Porcelain representations of everything line the vast mantle he keeps in his basement. The visual frequency of the footsteps they take are like greasy fingerprints on a glass table. He tries to walk while he’s still able, and pokes bugs, crawling across his wall, to death with his cane. There is a chain that’s suspending […]

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Below The Zeppelins

Break all of your old CDs in one big pile, but don’t try and huff the smoke they give off when you burn them. The self conscious wolf worries, while it eats, that it was too much of a dick to the deer before biting through its eyes. This haunts it for weeks and makes […]

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Sidewalk Damage

There’s a crack in the sidewalk in front of their house, and at night you could sit on the front porch to watch the passing drunk people trip on it. A woman with a voice that sounded European, but not English in any way, mans the prize booth at a small carnival, and encourages the […]

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