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Angus Byrne was not Angus Byrne. Neighbours say the real boy was long led away by a leprechaun who'd morphed into a black shuck, forced into a circus where only devils may judge one's moral doings.

5 44
2020-06-01

"I had an insatiable appetite for rolling in mud when I was your age. Grandpop's farm had plenty of it," Mama said, her eyes lighting up the room. "The secret to happiness is being you—& avoiding man-made insects."

8 49
2020-05-29

I welcomed the premature spring, its showers refreshing as the rare snowy breeze amid scorching summer afternoons. It greeted us late this year. Even the evergreens we'd gifted flowers every April 1st seem sad.

7 46
2020-05-18

"I eschewed doldrums by people watching. Many ignore their streetwise instincts and you can speak the same of their hygiene. I used to be delighted with never ending snacks but their flesh was dreadful," he grimaced.

6 47
2020-05-17

"Their entire village was framed shortly after coming out of despair," Hansel says.
"How awful! I heard it was during a hellacious summer w/ nary a cloud in sight as well."
"Awful? It was legendary! The frame was 24k gold."

11 64
2020-05-13

Ice flooded my skin when I saw legs kicking from an industrial box, muffled screams plaguing my ears as memories of yesteryear's attack thickened the air. I'd fallen stuck in front of movers, too.

7 64
2020-04-30

Roots were trodden into drying earth and birds forgot their song. We measured how far the deathbed went, speaking to ourselves beyond the vanished lines we'd adopted when the sun lost her bold fire. Then a guitar appeared.

14 85
2020-04-29

Your love is abundant, subconsciously soft and willing yet outwardly bold at times. Thank you for accepting my smiles as adequate gratitude; and deepest sorries for being unable to paint more memories.

3 44
2020-04-28

A heavyweight purpose lifted from his lips, feathers quivering to sun-lined clouds. He can't hear their belittling anymore. They can't account for his choice without angering the devils as the earth cracks.

9 61
2020-04-26

I allowed your ghost to be the only audience of my ashes falling to wet earth amid faraway trees, soon after buried shallow under radio silent hills. Why are we only released in echoed unrest? We deserve more than caves.

13 65
2020-04-22

We eyed askance the cobblestone path to a cavern beyond sunset trees, agreeing to never set foot on its impulsively combustible dirt. They say gnomes are carried to its depths where their spirits may exact revenge.

6 25
2020-04-19

Six paper cranes still hang in his bedroom, curtains parted to let light in. The row of houses on his side of the street haven't lost their apathy, feeling that it's incumbent on them to leave their porch lamps on.

4 35
2020-04-07

Sweet decay stirred in the air, greeting my choking breaths w/ potency. As I blinked away eye crust, my blurred vision came to clear view of my cat atop some creature on my chest. "Great," I muttered. "Demon instead of mouse."

4 30
2020-03-30

My father's delicious enhanced beans may merit protein levels that rival meat, but the gas that follows consumption feels very much like the fire of spicy foods. Anyone in the way would be lucky to survive the noxious outblowing.

2 38
2020-03-27

Our vim kept us awake until the late morning. We'd nearly given up after her mom's third attempt with bedtime stories but it was as though our blood bubbled into sentience when mean shadows dipped toward the beds.

6 40
2020-03-26

Though her eyes burned, Jessica couldn’t drift off. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning with fragmented images. Antonio floating in his artificial uterus. Mel, the proud mother, smiling at him through the glass bubble that mimicked her womb.

1 10
2020-03-15

"The Mimics walked with quiet façade, studying the reactions of all in sight. Your Gran once offered one a stroopwafel—her gran's recipe—but ended any interaction there. Claimed she saw the devil vining in his eyes."

7 40
2020-03-15

The skies detailed more than sparks in your eyes, the unending candles they are. You mark the world with light on every kind gaze—but such aren't given free and the same fires can punish evil doings and their charade.

6 58
2020-03-08

I came upon a lush patch of wildflowers amid brumal icing sugar. My hands brushed against its hues while the falling sky speckled my face, soft & brief as cotton candy on warm tongues & somehow just as sweet. You became spring matter.

8 52
2020-03-07

Heart a sparrow w/ broken wing,
framed, her body,
masked little thing,
maturing mind sculpted
w/ spoonful of madness,
years pleasing for none,
sad she is.
Though part grown,
a smile lies a while,
small girl,
big style.

8 43
2020-03-02