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the charge of love – 14/1000

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“But I didn’t!” she begged.

“You did! We watch it all, we know you did.”

“But I didn’t mean to,” she said.

“There are rules for everything, and they are rules for a reason. There is a reason we assign you jobs, assign you housing, assign you recreation time. You don’t need to know those reasons, you just need to abide.”

“I do not abide!”

“Very well. That is admission of guilt for Rule #6, ‘Never Fall in Love’. You’re sentenced to a life alone, because you don’t know how to – “

“I know how to love. That’s all … Read the rest

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do you remember? – 13/1000

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Do you remember
the nights we got so drunk
just for the hell of it,
just because we were
young and free and could?

Do you remember the time
a opossum got into the house
and we had to use brooms
to catch the bastard and
toss it from the recycling bin
into the front yard?

Do you remember
when we first met
how it felt like we’d
known each other forever,
like we’d already been friends,
maybe in another life?

It doesn’t matter how much
space or time divides us.
A part of you will
always be my home.… Read the rest

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close your mouth – 12/1000

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It starts with my heart racing.

I can feel it beating faster but I also feel it expanding in my chest, putting a pressure on that spikes my anxiety.

I tense up. I start panicking, it’s flight or flight time, and I’m used to flight. That’s the kinder, more obvious choice, but that’s not something I can do in public, or in front of friends and family.

Only in my mind can I fight off that which raises my hackles and makes me feel like I’ll kill or die to make it stop.

“Close your fucking mouth when you’re chewing!”… Read the rest

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The Devil – 11/1000

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We knew from the very first moment that he was the one.

He fit the description perfectly – skin white as porcelain, black hair, black eyes, eyes that were a void, and terrible to behold.

He came quietly, opening and shutting the door so only the faintest whiff of smoke and light from the burning pyre made its way into the sanctuary.

At the altar, he turned and rose his arms, the smell of sulfur stinging our noses.

“Are you all worthy?” his voice boomed.

And suddenly we realized we weren’t, so we ran as fast and far as we … Read the rest

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location tracking -10/1000

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The rain is battering the skylight, and Bess sits close to the radiator, chilled to the bone.

Her eyes are glued to her computer, watching the little dot that was Mike moving away from her as she wept.

“I’m done,” he’d said. “I’m leaving.”

But she couldn’t let him go in weather like this. The rain would turn to ice at any moment. She had to go after him.

Bess sped as fast as she could to reach him, but the dark, icy rain was blinding and her tires were starting to slip.

They never found each other.

Or Bess.… Read the rest

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boom – 5/1000

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As the dust settled, she looked around the ruined room.

The staircase had fallen and lay in a wooden heap, trapping her inside the basement.

After all of the noise and chaos she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Now, all she had to do was wait to be rescued.

She stared up at the little window near the basement ceiling, her only source of light for the last five years.

It had taken her that long to make it, but she knew how to get things to explode.

And the man who took her lay underneath the stairs.… Read the rest

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the game of life – 4/1000

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“What do you want from me? This is just the way it is! We both have jobs and can still barely afford anything. We work all the time and barely see each other. What do you want from me?”

“I miss you, I just wish you would come with us once in a while.”

“Why would I want to do errands with you on our one day off?”

“I just want to spend more time with you.”

“Well, I just want to relax.”

So she bundled up the kids in the back and left, … Read the rest

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take me back – 2/1000

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It looks so small from up here, but I know if I were down in those streets it would feel endless. The maze of metal and glass, the spires and speeding cabs, the cacophony of it all bringing me to life.

But I don’t belong here anymore, I feel too old for the speed and chaos, too tired. Once I danced to pulsing music under flashing lights and felt invincible. Now I go to work and go home and feel invisible.

But, you will find there’s some life in me yet if you can … Read the rest