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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"Oh my. No proper way to justify one's selective narrow vision. They blur the world by cursing themselves into a miasma that'll only keep closing."
"Your... Your cat talks?"
"Yeah, she hates inequality."

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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