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Open your mind
The iconic pistol images Handguns of the past They speak to me Tell me to become barrel chested Is that the aim? No, says the cyclops He wasn’t always a cyclops His third eye was shot at Why say anything? … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, Short story, stream of consciousness, Writing
Tagged blow your brains out, life, open your mind, poem, Poems, Poetry, Short Story, stream of consciousness, Writing
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Cup of Joe
I remember the smell of coffee. The texture of it as it hit my lips. The hot, bitter taste of it. It’s a faint memory, but I hold on to it dearly. I know the idea of coffee will die … Continue reading
Posted in psychological, Short story, stream of consciousness, Writing
Tagged coffee, cup of joe, flash fiction, Short Story, Writing
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The joke’s on them
Everything is a joke now. Nobody remembers the days when there was tragedy to give meaning to the laughter. Nobody remembers how or why they became so happy. My name is Hal, and I’m one of the last stand-up tragedy … Continue reading
Posted in Short story, Writing
Tagged apocalypse, comedy, future, joke is on them, sci-fi, stand up tragedy, wierdtopia
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You are already dead
You come home every night, order food from the same place. Deep dish pizzas, perhaps extra pepperoni to liven it up. The leaky faucet reminds you of how you cowered out from confronting the landlord for the umpteenth time. Yet … Continue reading
Posted in me, Short story, Writing
Tagged letter to yourself, old age, second person, Short Story, Writing
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The Cure
I was waiting for the early morning TRAN to the AB12 rock in the Alpha Centauri. It was the rock right at the end of the line, where nobody had any business going to. But I had a job to … Continue reading
Posted in me, Short story, Writing
Tagged 2011, AIDS, far off, far off lands, Fight Club, I am jacks utter lack of surprise, outer space, outlandish, planets, political, the cure, tyler durden, Writing
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Smother
Raymond lived with his kids, all 6 of them, in their suburban house ever since the divorce. He loved his kids beyond the normal paternal instinct for protection. The extent would become uncomfortable for onlookers on some occasions, but those … Continue reading
Posted in psychological, Short story, Writing
Tagged 2011, creepy, funny games, horror, parental issues, psychological, society, unsettling, Writing
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Unmarked Memories
The first thing that I remember is waking up near the train tracks late that night. I do not remember how I got there and what happened before that. It was a sort of genesis for me. New beginnings and … Continue reading
Posted in Short story, Writing
Tagged blank slate, downfall, memories, memory loss, Short Story, swearing, tabula rasa, unmarked, Zombies
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