Gavin casts a glance across the room at the shell of his shattered asPhone and then back to the speaker.
“Will they ever stop?”
“Who Gavin?”
“Those things out there,” he asks as he looks up at the door.
“Eventually, when they cease to live.”
“You mean they won’t stop?”
Tag: See Me
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A Plague in My Own Hands – 50 Word Story
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Fluid Filled Sacks – Unhinged Poem
Mucus filled moments, etched in the plasma of blood stolen from your sack of gold, a still beating heart, not beating at all, I surgically removed the cause of the pain, mirror image pictures, crayon lines taken up my nose, a doorway, a window, a sweet sympathy underneath my soul.
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Broken Glass On The Sand – Unhinged Poem
Harmonica whispers in the darkness, a magical enemy, a story told as old as time, we look at pictures of how we once’s smiled, a handheld, a look, your eyes before they cried, the never after that comes after the forever, we betrayed our younger selves, we broke the promises they made, time heals, time breaks, time takes, and never gives.
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A Funny Thing Happened At The Bar – 50 Word Story
“What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t, and it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you know in the end regardless of all this, that you are going to be okay.”
“Sure, it’s easy to say, but it’s not your life that’s fallen apart around you, is it?”
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A Wheel Runs By – Unhinged Poem
No matter what they say, not all pain heals over time, some of it never leaves your mind, some of it’s never over, the pain begins to define, it begins to take a shape of its own, birthing someone new at the end, someone you don’t recognise, not all pain is healed over time, not all pain is yours to find, because in the end, nothing heals, like the end of time, nothing heals, like the ending you decide to find
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Sycamore Branches – Unhinged Poem
Hidden in plain sight, you left me broken and defused, my anger wasted on the wall when it should’ve been your face, longing looks past moments, a whiteboard eraser on my mind, a whimsical whisper painted in pain, a text message too late, a broken window, a hurt inside that can’t be described, nothing shows the age of time, when the rust sets in, a forgotten memory, a wish lost, a dream to find.
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Just A Crime To The Left – 50 Word Story
“Honest mistakes are little oversights, this is theft. Now get the fuck out before I tear my way in and make more of a mess of you than you already are.”
“I-I-I’m not opening the door until you calm d-do-down,” Adrian stammers nervously as he clutches the steering wheel tightly.
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One, Two, No Sleep For You – 50 Word Story
Ever so gently he places his hand on the doorknob, then turns it and pulls. The world beyond his bedroom opens up before him, and he takes a step outside. He looks down the hall and stands silently still, listening for the sound he heard from inside a moment ago.
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A Town To Inherit – 50 Word Story
The city became the property of his estate, which had detailed instructions for all his assets to be kept in a trust until his son Michael, was fifty-six. Further to that clause, he also had additional steps to be followed if Michael passed away before he reached the required age.
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Cold Swinging Song – Unhinged Poem
What ya gonna see when the blood runs cold and your flesh begins to rot, heavenly intentions with a cold margarita yet there’s no alcohol in that, mouths feeling a little bit funny, shit stop tasting like honey, same old mess is not filling my tummy and now I don’t have a lot of money, freak show, hell no, gotta go, it’s all fucked up from here, why do ya think they put you six feet under, cause your flesh is falling off, it’s a crude device that got wrapped around your balls, and no one thought about it twice, come over here and I’ll show you some fucking, designer shoes with a little bit of something, shoes string, pants belt, whatever I can use to hang myself has been taken away from me…
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A Sticky Intent – Unhinged Poem
Masturbate my intent, forbidding losses of unimaginable pain, I suffer to reside what could be, yet rescinded what was, a light born of nothing more than need, turned a desire into hate, substance for those who belong, stifled breaths, yearnings bathed in the acids of another’s sweetness, their stink permeates through, wisdom gained, journey lost, my growth forgotten, my winter lost…
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Father And Sons – 50 Word Story
“That thing has a name, and if you choose to ignore it again, I’ll show you what’s more important.” He says passionately, thrusting the gun towards David like a knife. “Simon is my SON. He is made from OUR deoxyribonucleic acid, and he is THE MOST IMPORTANT scientific advancement today!”
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The Stone in Your Bloody Hand – Unhinged Poem
Within the soil beneath your feet lies the sins of modern man, a bathing of ritualistic needs and wants, belligerent, befalling the cross of another’s beliefs, do not judge, when you are incapable of judgment, for the stone in your hand, is a sign of your deception, shielding your lies with my pain, prophesies are taken, lives are never forgiven, see me fly as you realise, I am in heaven, and your heaven, is my hell…
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Salt the Flesh Broken Open – Unhinged Poem
Engage me, don’t segregate me, witness the failure, through the eyes of the destroyer, a gentle calm, a sadness lost in the acted feelings, frustration a figment of overzealous imagination, a machination of purposeful moments, stacked upon the last, with some last lost past, hidden, given, moments…
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Not That Kind Of Doctor – 50 Word Story
Why should I want anything?”
“Because you’re here, and you never come unless you want something. So just tell me and get it over with, as you can see, I’m in the middle of getting absolutely shit faced.” Floyd says as he grabs another beer from the table, sculling it….
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What Is in An Imaginary Memory – 50 Word Story
She swallows as she nervously pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket, and places one in her mouth. As she lights it, she takes a deep breath in and then looks up to her brother’s menacing gaze. “Do you remember Clare?”
“You mean imaginary Clare?”
“So that’s a yes?”
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Wicked Diseases Woven in Roots – 50 Word Story
He scoffs, “Aside from all these flimsy bits of information, you have nothing to really support your claims that Dion is the cause of the disease, correct?”
“Yes, b…” he doesn’t get to finish as Garrison holds up a hand.
“This conversation is over Patrick, go and continue your research!”
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A Simple Intrusion – 50 Word Story
“You brought that upon yourself, you know that, don’t you?” He says through clenched teeth. The only answer he receives is her cries, so he slaps her again across the other cheek, harder this time. “Do you want another?” She shakes her head vigorously. “Good, now the question. Why lie?
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The Final Voyage of The Blue Dragon – 50 Word Story
Because no matter what I do, I keep getting the desire to go back out there for one last run,” he says as he looks out past their table, and into the world beyond, then turns back to Samba. “Don’t you wonder if you’ve still got all the old moves?”
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Sam The Man – 50 Word Story
“Sam The Man,” Officer Hedwig says, they both turn to him, then Simon turns to Fiona.
“Name ring a bell?”
“He was the Christian Construction worker, right?” She asks, as she turns back to Officer Hedwig.
“Yeah, he was a ritualistic poster. Every Thursday he’d send her a new post…”