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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: Pitter patter on my head, standing on a corner of this piece of the world, spat from a cancerous jaw. Closing my eyes I taste the acid and corruption, as the ground and leaves hiss around me. Inhaling the stale scents of chemicals and chalk, melting and bubbling under my… Read more
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Hot on her heels, I snatched a pack of buns from the shelf to my right, and aiming them as if I were pitching a baseball, lobbed them at the back of her head. Hitting her square on, she screamed while almost tripping over. Staggering forwards like a drunk, she eventually fell into a display Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: He wants me to play dead in a clearing on Hymettos, under the open sky. I lie down on a flat rock surrounded by anemones and chamomile, and he spreads my hair in a fan shape. ‘You are so pale,’ he says, as if he sees me for the… Read more
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Entering the store, we jumped up and down to warm ourselves. To others, we looked beyond excited when really, we were shivering and frozen to the bone. When she reached out her hand and pressed it against my face, I couldn’t help but yelp like a beaten dog. Her flesh was ice-cold, so I took Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: She asks in that rehearsed tranquility; that silver voice, that comely voice in control of the drumming song of the hummingbird heart, because she’s the immovable rock. She can still be the hero. What’re they gunna do to him? And with the wet-blanket heat and the soft strangle of anxiety… Read more
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Fingers linked, I lead her through the underpass that takes us to Sainsbury’s. She’s got her mouth buried in the collar of her jacket, and every time she says something, I can’t make out the words, so I turn and ask her to repeat herself. She doesn’t though. I’d say she’s doing it on purpose, Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Good for you is not a greeting. Good for you means congratulations. These words say good bye. We’re not together. There’s no but. Good for you spells doom. It’s the American creed. It’s a celebration of greed. Good for you doesn’t say hello. ? Don’t look at the what,… Read more
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Eating her donut, X made a range of noises showing her satisfaction, and when she was done, licked her fingers with a cheeky glint in her eye. In the ever-dimming sky, the first stars began to show. Pale and almost not there, the journey of their light filled me with a gut-wrenching sense of melancholy. Read more
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The waitress inquired if we wanted anything else. I was about to say no when X sprang to life as if having a second whim, asking for two coffees and a box of donuts to go. ‘How in the hell can you still be hungry?!’ I remarked. ‘It’s for the road’ she replied with a Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 