“SO WHAT, YOU’RE GOING TO GO OUT AND ENDANGER EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE ANGRY AT THE GOVERNMENT? DON’T YOU REALISE HOW STUPID THAT SOUNDS?”
“T-T-That’s not what I’m saying,” he replies nervously, a sea of sweat cascading down his forehead.
“THEN TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”
Tag: See Me
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Follow The Isolation Dance – 50 Word Story
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Welcome To The Lockdown – 50 Word Story
“I can give you what you crave,” She says from across the room, and they both turn quickly to face her decomposing form as it stands in the doorway.
“Liu, you look like shit,” David says with a grimace.
Liu scoffs, “Yet I still stand here, while you keep running.”
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Look Within The Scope Of Loss – 50 Word Story
“I’m but intrigued child. Someone of your breeding shouldn’t understand that which you have, which allows em to ask the question, why?”
“Why what?”
“Why bring yourself before me. Why have your only truth sacrifice itself while you coldly watch. Are you poised to show me more than I’m anticipating?
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Yesterday Was Not What Today Became – Unhinged Poem
Submit and forget, your days are lost in a tomorrow that came and had no place for you, wish upon the stars, prey upon the dead, living care not for the tomorrow you wished, when the today is far removed from what yesterday was meant to be, prepare, regurgitate the wish, demand what was meant to be and never could be, remove the path that does not run, remove the tree that separates me…
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A Dream Locked In A Room – Unhinged Poem
Find me in your darkest dreams, locked away from all who can see, my disfigured form only haunts the halls of memory, for my shell is empty and decayed, the jealousy beckoning to you, calling your name, promising you a moment where you can be all, where you can matter, but in the eyes of jealousy I still stand tall, waiting, calling you home…
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Quietly Passing Through – 50 Word Story
A kiss could do it,” a distorted disembodied voice says from somewhere in the darkness that surrounds everything else in the room.
Damien doesn’t even bother to look up. “It’s too late for you to play your hand when the game has already come to its crescendo.”
“No, it hasn’t!”
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My Decaying Story – Unhinged Poem
Corpse decaying in the sun that always shines, marked across the face of man, a sin regrettable than that which I saw, my eyes faded with a blue that meant nothing to you, a knife fashioned from the bones of a dead world, a tomorrow without you, the dead eyes of the world, a pain that does not go, my grave dug by my own hands, a world that needs to go away, a sin, not for me…
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Substance Of Substantial – Unhinged Poem
Blanket slavery, rewind and forget, mankind the pet of another more powerful fool, toys left to rot, figments of our own imaginations, pale eyes staring into a nothingness beyond, a tear drop falls in a sea of blood, but the tear means nothing but a misbegotten hope, lost in the endless beams of a forever never to be…
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Puzzle Pieces Hidden – 50 Word Story
“Together we can get you back on your feet.”
“DON’T BELITTLE ME! I’M NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF ANY SORT OF EPISODE, AND THE ONLY BREAKDOWN IS THE WALLS OF REALITY! LOOK AT THE PATTERN AND THEN YOU WILL SEE!” He bellows as he scrambles from out of the shadows.
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It’s Just A Cough – 50 Word Story
“Shit, I coughed into my armpit, I always do!”
“BULLSHIT!” He yells, his face white with panic. “YOU JUST SPRAYED MY FUCKING CHAIR LIKE IT WAS A POT PLANT!”
“Now you’re just overreacting.”
“FEEL IT!” He yells pointing at the head rest of his chair.
“Will you two stop arguing!”
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Welcome To The Isolation Of Socialisation – Unhinged Poem
See the tomorrow in the wounded window of today, the children of an abandoned world, marked by fingerprints of a destroyed generation, a tomorrow that is never to be, a today infected by the sin of a yesterday ignored, we see the insanity caving in, smothering all we are, holding us under, lets hit back, lets fight, don’t lose who we are, as the insanity of the tomorrow that was to be, dies a death, and births the tomorrow we now see, the tomorrow we now live in to be…
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Flippant Subversive Lies – Unhinged Poem
Middle mirror, blackened eyes, a heart of darkness, my lies are now words of truth, fumbled leverage, mistaken pathways dived to be wrong, we see the world through the eyes of someone else, rather than the pathetic things we really are, stars in our eyes, cum on our lips, we see humanity as our whore, while the world we profess to know burns down around us, and we dig, dig our own hole…
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Veronica – 50 Word Story
She quickly spins around and grabs the glass and thrusts it into his face, shattering it into the side of his cheek. The water washes over his face, while the glass slices through his flesh, and he screams out in pain.
“I’m so sorry,” she says as she sits up.
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Just Follow The Plan – 50 Word Story
“WHAT HAPPEN’S IF WE DON’T MAKE IT OUT?”
“That’s not going to happen, not if we follow the plan.”
“The plan is stupid! It’s got bigger holes in it than my underwear, and my nuts are hanging through them.”
“The plan is perfect, in fact the plan is absolutely gorgeous.”
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The Ten – 50 Word Story
“What?”
“Opioids.” He says again, and still she looks at him confused. “I smoke opioids, not weed,” he says, his arms animated with frustration.
“Shouldn’t that mean the chances of you suffering from hallucinations is considerably higher?”
He scoffs, “I’ve been taking the same cocktail for the last twelve years….”
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Time Spans A Road – 50 Word Story
“Are you going to try this again? You do remember what happened last time?”
“Like you, I remember every day. Like you, I am cursed to never forget. So yes, I remember the last time we did this, but the thing about memories,” she says as she moves swiftly forward….
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Yesterday, Yesterday – 50 Word Story
Calvert laughs again, “That’s the yesterday I’m talking about.”
“It didn’t seem like it was the yesterday you were talking about a moment ago.”
“I’m pretty sure I know what yesterday I’ve been talking about, you on the other hand, are on an entirely different cycle of yesterday’s than me.”
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My Shadow, Your Sickness – Unhinged Poem
Masked with a mirror that resembles my eye, I see a sickness dying, the living, alive, my mind lost in sadness, my eyes closed too tight, for this tomorrow I now live in, was almost lost to the night, but we lived, we survived, we saw the end come and go, my today is your tomorrow in your dark, so don’t lose yourself in sorrow, for the dark, it’s never really dark…
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Retaliate With Kindness – Unhinged Poem
Their marshmallow feet can’t stop dancing, their soft gently steps can’t stop moving, they spin and they twirl, they leap and they hop, perfection of symbolic symbolism, a pathway, a dance almost done, colours like rainbows, gum nuts and jam, chocolates aplenty, they melt in my hand, happiness is a thought, life is the distraction, we must remember the good things, so we can make it through the bad!
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My Decaying Reflection – Unhinged Poem
Fake freckles used to cover the scars of a forgotten, a whimsical wish, a playful smile flashed before the blast, forgiven, forgotten, a window of memories smashed by the hand of a future unforgiving, watch the time fall as the seas rise, the mirror made not of glass, but of time itself, can you see, do you want to see the you, that the sands of time will decay you to be?