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Originally posted on Daffniblog: The palms of my hands look different. The squiggles are something else, something foreign and I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit. So I make myself some tea and stare at the lines some more as the water heats up. Is this normal for palms to change? No,… Read more
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We watch the original Amityville Horror and as the opening scene plays out I spasm with each gunshot until I shoot my load then twitch and groan while making no attempt to wipe myself clean. She complains but I’m too lazy to be anything but myself. Kids are shot and there’s a ghost who blows Read more
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As she flew into the source of the light, X saw the ghost of her younger self waiting upon the threshold, and although it made her feel sad that she was no longer that girl, the thought of what was to come was too beautiful of a thing to resist. The years had got behind Read more
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The leaves she kicked up as she flew danced for a while before falling back down to the ground. They were dead and yet they danced; full of life even though their time had already come to pass. Not many would’ve noticed. Not many would’ve have cared. But she noticed, and she cared, because the Read more
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As the shape that would be her father shifted from bear to badger and bird to butterfly, she followed after him as he moved towards the light. All around her, the animals continued to shift too. From feather and fur to shimmering orbs of golden colour, they whistled and sang as the music grew louder, Read more
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Among the orbs that passed before her eyes, she could make out faces. Some she recognised, while others were as strange to her as the moment itself. She would later swear that among those faces, she saw those belonging to her grandparents, not as she had known in life, which had been all wrinkly and Read more
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Through the trees, the bright light shone. What the light was made of she couldn’t say, but the closer she got, the more she felt it bore into her. The light was unlike any other. It sang of such beauty, and although the words were so similar to her own, they were somehow different. It Read more
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The ripples of the lake waved like hands, and as we floated above them, the animals stood on their hind legs, howling in wild celebration at our approach, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like a failure or some poor excuse of a man, but a superhero ready to save Read more
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Originally posted on Crumpled Paper Cranes: say hello to the girl at the grocery store. she grabs the brand of milk you use :: all-time favorite frosted wheaties soaking in a chilled bowl of soy. you are the boy, avoided. the aisle persists in its wide declaration – your footprints following sighs and the ragged… Read more
