Final

Half decent speakers taped to the support beams of the awning, playing nothing but some music or the news. They hold on to the different views, and separate them all on giant screens. They flicker just enough to make sure nothing gets too dull, and that the silence feels the same to them as falling. […]

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Easier To Sleep

She pulls a piece of string tight around her finger until it starts to feel like it’s dying. The voices over the intercom tell them they should feel good about the day, and some of them do with small designs painted across their faces. Hers is blank and this includes her expression. All she’s able […]

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Left Out

Dragging the back of a hammer across the rotting boards that make up an old raised bed, and the sharp corners tear into his skin. Everything looked so much darker in the overcast and the blood reflected daylight like a mirror. Nothing gets away from here only molting in the stillness, they are crayfish in […]

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Covered

Patches of insulation are stacked in piles and look like skyscrapers across the gray dirt covered floor. Saw dust mounds at the intersections soak up the air and make being there feel like breathing paper. Puddles of oil leave Rorschach tests as their ghosts, and haunt the foundation forever. The table saw is broken, halfway […]

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Mumble

I’d been mumbling pretty bad in the wake of the terrifying nightmares. They were decorated like a haunted house about the past. The floors would tilt left and right with bad timing making the liquid surrounding your brain start to foam like a glass on a carved up bar. In fact, that bar was so […]

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Fields

A pair of glasses sits covered in thin salt, knocked into the air by shoes on the concrete. The fields are all way behind this year, and the scarecrows are left with nothing to preside over. Lines of cars pour across state lines to buy legal fireworks to detonate where it is most certainly illegal. […]

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Blacktop In Its Infancy

Overlapping street names can’t be read by looking at them in their totality. The one in charge checks his watch and paces back and forth talking to no one. Everything is covered in rain drops that reflect the light into warped colors until they evaporate. Two teenagers are locked together, among them, absorbing the humidity, […]

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