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It’s raining. Neither heavy, nor light, but somewhere in between. Brushing the hair from her eyes with my fingers, each droplet that lands upon her face catches the boozy light shining through the frosted windows behind us. Her coat is damp, and her nose is running. On her upper lip, she has thousands of tiny Read more
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Getting out the shower, I contemplate masturbation, but before I have the chance, there’s news of a bomb. I think it’s a bomb? But then again, it might not be. Whatever it is, it’s in Beirut. It’s being shown on repeat on TV. The constant flowering of the mushroom-like cloud of debris reminds me of Read more
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If you look closely, there’s ash on the surface of a flowing lake. It sits for a bit upon the choppy, liquid plain before being absorbed out of existence. The ash is the same colour as her pubic hair, and her pubic hair resembles the legs of spiders. There are spiders in jars. There are Read more
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The names of the stars overhead are written in her ledger. She keeps it in her bag at all times. The pages, well thumbed and worn, are adorned with sketches of animals and lady parts in full bloom. On the odd occasion when she feels closer to God than she does the devil, she finds Read more
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In a room full of dust, her love is shipwrecked. On a bed with unwashed sheets, her flesh slips from bone, and there, away from the world, she finds the meaning of life tucked between her third and fourth rib. Upon the coffee-ringed desk blanketed with dust, a tidal wave forms in a cup of Read more
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In the days of lockdown, the golden arches of the local McDonald’s were void of the American sunshine I’ve known my entire life without ever having stepped foot there. The country, that is, not the restaurant. They’re now back the same as they once were, shining brightly as hoards of undesirables spend money they don’t Read more
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I was reading my book. It wasn’t a funny book, and I had nothing to laugh at. In fact, I felt so desperately sad, that not even the thought of death could help wash away my inner blues. The book loosened itself from my fingers and fell to the floor, only, it didn’t strike the Read more
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On my knees on the outskirts of town, towering sycamore trees shield me from prying eyes as I dig in damp soil with bare hands. I’m not sure what I’m searching for. I had something in mind when I set out, but now, I’m driven less by an idea and more by instinct. Perhaps I’m Read more
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Topless darts on cable TV as the land outside my window sways the same as a palm tree. On the table by my feet, there’s a giant blob of ketchup on a dinner plate as big as the stars in outer space. The ketchup is in my beard. If I stick my tongue out far Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 