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Ahead, a mass of limbs, trash, and mud had collected at a bend in the culvert. As they approached it, several rats scattered from beneath the tangled branches.

“That’ll be good cover for a few minutes,” Val said.

2 6
2020-08-10

"I'm afraid your brother's soul has suffered trauma from their venom," Nurse Parker said. "They're a species with an incurable virus that invades parts of our mind that bleed deeper than tangible."
"But where are his eyes?" 364

6 36
2020-08-07

"He spoke of calculus and epsilon. It brought thoughts on the sole recourse," she said, tossing stones into the truck.
"Was cutting his throat truly the only recourse?"
"He's home in hell, isn't he?"

15 78
2020-08-04

Bristles on my bones were wiped away by the encompassing wind, its poetry howling lavender in my ears. We drank in razor greens and blues, tasted bright belief in each breath. What a day to be with friends again. 1

7 61
2020-08-03

No matter the rain or bluster in clouds, he'd look up and see blue. Bristol boards would blossom with punched holes to create dappled light indoors and paper flowers were folded over candid conversation. Kind memories.

9 60
2020-07-30

There is no map to connect this planet to where we go when our hearts are emptied & all songs built on carefully blooming buds wilt, but there is mystery in the breeze that finds us when life feels unsure.

7 38
2020-07-29

My heart pines for Saturday evenings of pudding on funnel cakes after department store walks. For all the chatter and squeaky shopping cart wheels, I found silence where all amplified. This house is just silent.

6 35
2020-07-24

“Do you have any weapons?” said the pilot, his voice trembling. The bastard was terrified. He turned to the gunner. “If she moves at all, shoot the kid.”

1 7
2020-07-21

The forgotten nameless prince had ostracized himself from a seemingly futile fight, tying slings to his back as others' lips blued. "Prejudice is unwelcome," he thought, opening insurrection's smoke flare.

4 31
2020-07-18

Deceit lays on desperate tongues, having manifested from seeded betrayal. When spoken, it waits for love to breathe it in, coats lungs holding clear aired philosophies with an awkward, sweltering strain.

11 53
2020-07-17

Gremlins are petty creatures w/ a serial notion to blemish those who suffer others in their vortex. You might find your stolen peace embargoed by them from dawn to night if someone calls for aid. Guns won't save you.

4 30
2020-07-14

It was a feral cat protecting her kittens, fluffy forever tails swaying amid wind's whispers. I kept my distance, noting the 7 obelisk-like poles surrounding the lamp-less road. Bread crumbs. 2

6 44
2020-07-07

The world outside my door came alive, dim sparkles popping madly on surfaces like water in a frying pan. I prefer such afternoons that were louder than dreams, pieces flying petal to petal, perfuming the air.

8 58
2020-07-04

The groves used to hold a sweet nectar breeze that followed the most derelict hearts home. It'd buckle a room's acerbic air, urging masks to fall & lungs to drink—but demons hold more power than angels now.

7 44
2020-07-02

An abbreviated era of everything beautiful in each season will remain in all things, no matter the chaos birthed from errors ignored. There is compassion in rain, snow, and even hale. All bathe the earth.

9 38
2020-07-01

Halfway under the jetty—accusatory eyes frozen toward a cloudless sky—was the casino CEO's daughter, fingers curled around a scull pendant. Legend says pieces of her broken heart were spent with cursed treasures.

4 42
2020-06-29

I heard your hums in the wind, turning tangles in my rubiginous hair. It led me to the boat where we'd read books for a while as we ate jumbo corn dogs & drank pitchers of pink lemonade—where I see you.

13 68
2020-06-24

If roses felt wanderlust amid what the rain & our jogging feet orchestrate, would they flee for submontane paths & their streams? Would they stick to hummingbirds who pollinate their gardens? A rose I could be.

9 43
2020-06-21

We perished earthly fears the closer our hands got to those cotton candy clouds, ignoring little bites and scrapes along the way. Leaves blew oceans past their sheen until all we saw was a jungle of ambrosia.

13 57
2020-06-13

Twas a languorous evening when a peevish pixie spotted rows upon rows of mortals performing the death salute. Finding no jest about it—despite their wide grins—she brandished a magnificent brick.

7 41
2020-06-08