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I wake up to the same alarm everyday, put on the same clothes from the day before, and have the same pattern of showering brushing my teeth, and shitting after my prescription drugs and coffee. I have no ambitions and I'm not happy nor depressed about my life, I don't see how the majority of people around believe so hard in something, maybe it's because I can't find anything to believe in. I have ...
Total darkness. It was like being swallowed up by some great beast. I'd never been here before - not this deep anyway. It seemed somehow too surreal to comprehend, the air was heavy as my breaths came quicker than before and my frantic pulse throbbed my entire being. This was what panic felt like. I didn't dare move a singular inch - I was completely lost in the abyss before me. The usual adjustme...
The wooden stairs creak wearily under her heavy feet as she trudges slowly up onto the dust covered porch and pulls hard on the screen door. It gets stuck sometimes and she has to prop her thick-soled shoe against the dirty siding of the single wide to pry it open. As she walks in she is greeted by a gargantuan brown heater to the left and a counter to the right covered with five years worth of ...
Ooops ---- FREE Chicken Here! The day was perfect, bright, sunny, gusty an apropos for an outing which I must say ended up in a dilemma of being slaughtered like a chicken or a hallucinating like a rooster to be alive after a close rooster fight. This story of mine is called "chickens are cooked for FREE". As the name indicated it's an ante of an near miss or I must say ...
I have an affair with a crocodile that lives in a huge water box at the Children's Brooklyn Zoo. I often visit my beloved and spend at least twenty minutes dazing into his eyes. We have a mutual understanding of guilty pleasures that consume us and forgiving souls that we want to be. I walk slowly to the glass and look for his yellowish eyes that show no signs of life. I lower my body so that we c...
Anchovies are everywhere. Billions and billions of anchovies. Covering every fucking inch of the room. Dad said it was just old person smell. Everyone else thought so too. Freaking fish, though. Guess that explains the cats. How did she get them to stick to the wall like that? Iridescent and scaly, each one reflecting the sunlight from the windows in a different way, lined up side by side like tin...
Epiphany: A sudden realization or sudden intuitive leap of understanding, especially through an ordinary or striking experience. I didn’t believe in epiphanies until that day. I woke up to nothing but a heavy pounding headache; I tried to sit up but my body said no and I smacked back to the bed with a loud groan. Hangover. I dragged my fingers through my hair and tried to massage the pain a...
Slowly I drew in a long and replenishing breath, the cold air swirled round my lungs and tickled my nose playfully. The mist was heavy, like a thick oily shroud as I waded through nonetheless. No wind. Of course there was no wind here, this was nowhere. My long black hair hung limply down my back to my waist and my pale skin had slight goosebumps on it due to the cold, and yet the cold wasn't unco...
Clacks would crash through, with creaking age bearing heavy on beams and struts. Dust would swirl and rest, at mercy and whim of crack-borne gusts through worn brick and plaster. Dusk would come and go, with an evening caress felt only by slats and boards. It was a house of great-grandparents and time ticking slower than usual, of hearts trimmed to a beat a minute and memories in smoke stained cei...
"Jerry, I'm heading to the mess tent, coming?"The man called Jerry glanced up, no smile lit his dark face, only purple smudges beneath his eyes seemed to give him any colour. It was early morning and their unit had two days rest before they headed out again, on patrol or surveillance, it really didn't matter to Jerry. He shook his head at Stu, who slept on the bunk above him."Maybe ...