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isaac
When you're clutching at your sides trying to keep yourself whole, you're not going to miraculously mend. You'll have to work at it for a while because the pieces inside you don't fit the way they did before; you might have lost a few and replaced them with new(more)
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killxthexjoy
Half-melted vinyl records posing in the trees for a hungover, five o'clock shooting. Some things are only beautiful when you don't actually care.
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eros
It starts with a whisper, a ruffle of wind against feathers that cuts through the silence surrounding you.

It triggers something in you, some reaction to the sound wired into your instincts and you know you've been here before. It always starts like this.

"Still not learn(more)
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dreams | spirit
richard
You warble on. Half-melted words reach my ears. I don't want to listen to you any more. I know what you are going to say and it is painful to hear it again. How did we get here?

You're sitting at the table, folding your arms and talking(more)
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kilbo
A 1969 Pontiac Ventura station wagon with over 135,000 miles on the odometer, shot shocks, and shitty brakes really has no business on the road anymore, and I knew it. But I still pushed it.

I went faster and faster, feeling immortal as the balding tires hummed away(more)
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fiction | horror
eagriff
The UFO spun in the air like a pizza thrown high in a new york pizzeria. It spun and it leaned, turning upwards and downwards it looked instable. It let out an odd screeching sound and stopped in front of my car. My grandson and I watched as the(more)
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scifi
daretoeatapeach
Her room is littered with to-do lists. Penned neatly on notebook paper like purple ink. They seem to cover the floor like a snow that has been sitting for years.

The bathroom door is open, a Barenaked Ladies song from the 90s playing from a radio somewhere.  You ca(more)
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becca
I once loved a man with the voice of a lark, who one day sold his piano and stopped singing, the absence of his voice sudden and terrifically sad.

"Never again," he said, when pressed. Even his speaking voice was drained of tone. Bombed.

"Why?" I asked.(more)
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singing | love
JCorter
War? Bull.
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rigatona
every morning when i wake up
there are birds outside my window
and they sing to each other often
but the song is never the same

and i wonder if every day they warble out a new tune (more)
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jenkhai
Today, I woke to a warble from outside.

Somehow, I listened on. It was pleasant, really.

It went something like this:
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byrd
Before you even know you're hearing it, your ears register the vibrations. It starts as a tickle, then a humming, then a buzzing, then a trilling that grows and grows into an unbearable yelling. If you're lucky, you'll pass out from the sound before your ears start to bleed.(more)
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Sci-fi | horror
Boredom
In focus.
Out of focus.
Rinse, repeat, ad infinitum.
Everything I saw in the hours it took to hit the floor reminded me of High Schooler me, bored in Bio class, fucking with a microscope.
In focus.
Out of focus.
Except what I was looking at now was much(more)
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Riot
sylverbound
It is dawn and Ka'edura has almost forgotten where she is. The cold of the desert night lingers in her bones, clinging to the gold sand like a lover, unwilling to go. The rim of the gold sun rising on the distant horizon is beautiful, and Ka'edura unwraps herself(more)
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desert | alone | fantasy
jase
There was a slight warble in my voice, it was as if  my ability to speak had been temporarily transposed on a rolling and rollicking wave. My eyes became unfocused and my vision became the windows of an old station wagon on a summer day minus a working air conditioner.(more)
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love | humor | awkward