Brief escapes of reality. Or a hard reminders of it.
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Dark Ways Pt.3
Read more: Dark Ways Pt.3Idante She was hardly responsive. Her eyes fluttered shut and then sprang open, her words slurred before trailing off completely. She continuously leaned forward then jolted upright. I wondered if she was on drugs. She didn’t seem like she was in control, nor did I peg her as a user. Her features were sharp in…
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Dark Ways Pt.2
Read more: Dark Ways Pt.2Idante The GPS let me know I had arrived at the pick up location. I tapped my phone to start the countdown. People in this part of a town normally drive, the houses spread far apart made the roads long. Lawn after lawn had space for a driveway yet the property I stalled outside of…
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Dark Ways Pt.1
Read more: Dark Ways Pt.1ElyssiaI forgot to paint my toenails. They were still squared from the last paint job but the nail folds were dark. No matter how I treated my feet, the join folds remained dark. This made me worry people would think there was a fungus making its way up and all over my nails. There were…
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Mary
Read more: MaryThe space between her toes bothered her. She could not make them even. Even in the stretching and strain they could only go so far. You could train your other muscles to stretch further and further until you could bend like taffy. Yet toes capabilities were finite. She dipped her feet into the creek and kept…
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Lecture Hall No.1
Read more: Lecture Hall No.1Good afternoon everyone. My name is Souleyman, for those who don’t know, and today I’m reading my poem titled ‘Where Art My Lady’. Here it goes…His nose is big. I wouldn’t describe it as grecian or artfully vast, as it takes up the expanse of his face in a more demanding way. One’s attention is…
