August 2011
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My twin looked exactly like me so I used to stand behind a pane of glass and pretend to be a mirror with him, we’d practised until we could mimic each other’s movements perfectly. At one point we actually performed with that, people liked the move where we pushed through the mirror to get to the other side. They applauded and stuff.
I slammed the ice hard, though no cracks appeared. I...
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Unmetaphorical Dragon – Chapter 4 – Deeds Dragons...
A big crowd, but not October-sized.
The word that so easily had danced on their lips before was now paralysing them. And the thought of it the same – gossip wasn’t mindless now and somehow, they all knew that speaking up might be dangerous, if their gossiping had been at all true, as it seemed now. No, instead the fancy folks dreamed up more likely scenarios, for once, for why it just seemed...
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Inhale. Feel your lungs expand, smear the black stuff over your cheeks and ‘twixt your teeth. Bite your tongue. Inhale. Feel them burst now, swallow hard and smear the black stuff on your chest where the ribs are. Inhale. Don’t be worried about how it feels, don’t feel that you don’t feel your feet, that’s useless; inhale. You’re almost there. Don’t ruin...
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The dull ache. The grey, colourless, joyless, painless pain, that might not even have the right to be called pain. Not searing, not red-hot, but a bluish grey window between you and the world. The volume knob for the rest of everything, the static noise that drowns out all but the most powerful screams. A light grey, middle grey, and dark gray spectrum, never even completely white or black. The...
My soul is made from polyester and plastic because that makes it bulletproof. Yours is made from flesh and do you know how easy those things bleed? They don’t stop bleeding, either, for a long time. My soul is patched up and can take impacts like crazy. Go at it, just try. You would need jagged blades and a jagged determination to rip open. My soul is made from polyester and plastic because...
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And that meme was invasive, creative. The Doktor had never seen one such as it, but she could watch it spread in the victims’ minds until the meme was all they knew. She was curious about the book, about what might have written it, but she wasn’t foolish enough to open it and read, she wouldn’t trade her mind for knowledge. She watched them read some pages and then start spouting...
I finally found it. I finally found it. A small grey hovering box flapping its diaphanous wings lackadaisically, like it didn’t need them to fly. I finally found it, the fucking machine. It was following me around, I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before, but I finally found the machine. I bought a mallet and it looked at me and I finally smashed the machine, the machine that...
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Do what you want with my basketball head, hoops and pavement. My shadow is bouncing against me. Punch me or strike me like a matchstick so I catch fire. Let these images become real, no? Do what you want with my ragadoll body, toss it and turn it and tear it. Rip me open, burst me piñata-style, let all my goodies fall out. Let this real become things they’ll never scrub away from their...
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Unmetaphorical Dragon – Chapter 3 – A Dinner, a...
The food came and it smelled a lot better than it tasted. Half the time they weren’t sure what kind of utensils they should use to shovel the broiled things inside their mouths, but Oliver mastered the art of craning his neck like he was trying to unstiffen it, and spied on the rich folk’s tables.
The wine wasn’t strong anymore. Arth was still a bit off though, so he wasn’t...
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No introduction, simply hello and then they stretched clawed pushed fell out of the phone like that. Slick black creatures, silhouettes of something else, and they knew her name. There were more of them. They called and called and she didn’t pick up, now, the three ones that were there were dancing but they snatched the phone from her hands and they opened holes mouths in themselves and the...
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And Hugo felt the change in his body as he passed the halfway point in his life; he’d always been afraid he’d be asleep when it happened and never notice that it was all downhill from there, but he noticed it. He even wrote down the time (and apologized to Melanie, who was rather bewildered and angry, but she made out with Wyatt later, so it was alright). He could let go now, it was...
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Out of this body, shoo, out of my limbs and my throat you. Get out of my rashes, my boils, and my blisters, drip out with my blood, bile, and liver. This knife, don’t make me use it, you know I can’t aim. Out! Out of my tongue lashing around and don’t make me bite it, get your wings out of my back, get your wasps out of my mouth. Your feathers tickle, get your soul out my soul,...
oh hello wall. how have you been? good? bad? no of course you won’t answer that you’re a wall, haha how silly of me. uhm. well maybe you could let me in, become a door and all that? no? i hope i haven’t offended you, wall. well, no, you won’t tell me of course. you can’t talk. you’re a wall. oh god. i don’t want to talk to you, wall, i really don’t–...
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Guilt wire. This house is mined with guilt wire. This house is mined with guilt wire. This house is mined with guilt wire. I bought you gifts. This house is mined with guilt wire. I bumped into Carol today. This house is mined with guilt wire. This house is mined with guilt wire. Full of it. Go out to dinner with me. This house is mined with guilt wire. Love. This house is mined with guilt wire....
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Unmetaphorical Dragon – Chapter 2 – A Dragon in...
The room had one mirror and one bed, and one wardrobe, which unfortunately appeared empty.
“I think they gave us the kids’ bar instead of the grown-up alcohol,” Arth opined from behind the counter, staring with a sad face at the tiny bottles in their minibar. He rose again, his trousers and torso-garments six feet away, slewn across a chair.
“No,” Oliver said to him....
He’d always passed that building, thinking how strange it would be if that was the head of a being. Any being. Such a head would be heavy to hold up, it would have to have some sick neck and back muscles, he thought. Or it’d lay down all the time. That door would be one eye, that window another eye. (The third would be that little protrusion.) That night, he felt light-headed, drawn...
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When a middle-aged private detective is called upon to investigate the murder of his own long-lost wife, hijinks ensue. To complicate the matter further, his employer is the only suspect and also his doppelgänger, and detective Matt Saxers is drawn into a hilarious spiral of depression and narcotics. It turns out the murder was a front for a pool hustling business, and was ultimately pointless. Or...
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Their thing was still doomed when they tried it again, this time by those two words; he loved her still when she loved him again, he was willing to try still and she was willing to try again, and they assumed the other one was just like them, still and again, and the lack of change. But they had fun, their hearts were one another’s still and again. And when they parted ways, he loved her...
It is my belief that as we age, we grow more and more issues, all naturally. I used to believe it was the other way around– fixing one problem would automatically make you gain a new one, but that was just the pace at which the issues appear. If you leave them, they will gather and consume you, not unlike an untidied room will eventually collapse and bury you, if you insist on using it. And as we...
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Unmetaphorical Dragon - Chapter 1 – Dastardly...
The queue was long and appeared dignified; they had gotten in line with all the fancy people. If you didn’t look at their faces, you wouldn’t even have noticed how out of place these four were. It was a beautiful day, and the harbour was filled with enough people to start a small revolution. The dominating colours mostly blue and green for they were the colours in vogue right at the...
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Oh, he doesn’t make those jokes out of insensitivity, because he has no idea how much those things hurt, that simper is not an ignorant one. He doesn’t say those things with glee because they make him gleeful, he doesn’t. When he laughs he’s not having fun. When he makes a joke it’s just a part of his soul escaping through his throat and so he disguises it. He makes...
Not one but many– there were demons inside of him. We exorcised one and the secondary one took over, so we exorcised that one. Do you know how your husband talks? We’re afraid of exorcising his soul out of his body, leaving him a sponge for the rest of his life. We believe the number to be in the hundreds. There are many lurking, under the surface, and it might take years. Where did he even...
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I shouldn’t have ordered food. They appear randomly and you cannot get rid of them. They look like smiles, plastered all over your face– except that smiles go away after a while. I can’t go outside now, for fear of infecting anyone. The pizza delivery kid looked at me like I was a freak, coughed, and then he had one as well. He didn’t look happy about it, it wasn’t in his...
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Everything is a gravestone, the sun too. Our planet is the one for an ancient god who died years before any of us were even possibilities. Each soul in each mind in each body is a separate headstone for the separate organisms that thrived on the god’s body, each a more sophisticated and oscillating spirit than any human ever living and mere bacteria compared to the deity. We never change, we...
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Can I be awkward around you? I mean, maybe you’d prefer if I answered stuff right away but I want to think about my answer for a few seconds before saying anything to you. Can I hug a bit longer than usual? And I’d like to think about you when I masturbate… if that’s okay. I would like for you to be just out of my reach all the time and, and blush when you touch me, so when...
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It was a dark and stormy night, the moon shone bleakly behind the second layer of clouds, which didn’t really rain but were more of the ambiance-sort of clouds. The clouds below them, though, they poured. They poured like there was no tomorrow and perhaps there wasn’t (hypothetically). And the wind blew, and thunder cracked. A shot rang out in the darkness, and another, more polite...
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Give this to someone you love, someone you’re in love with, someone you can’t talk around because trying to wear your heart on your sleeve it got stuck in your throat and it’s pounding. Show this to someone you like, someone who’s not your world but a world in their own right, someone you could write books about. Tell them you feel this way and hide your head in your shell...
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The fun thing about monsters is that they are less subtle than us. The fun thing about humans is they’re prettier. Some monsters are pretty, true, but to not be subtle they have to crank up the ugly, as if they can’t be sly anymore. That’s fun to watch. The fun thing about children is that they’re harmless, and the fun thing about adults is that they’re not. The fun...
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I imagine your dreamy look (the one where fantasy and reality meet and where you see the same thing whether your eyes are closed or open) as your head bobs comically around my cock, and I imagine the red marks you’ll leave on my arse and I imagine the featherbrush of your hair spread over my stomach (how it tickles though I don’t want to remove it) and I hold your hands so you clench...
And I was like, holy fuck that resonated with me. Who wrote it? Oh, he’s dead now. Well, that’s a shame. Did he write anything else? What do you mean you don’t know? You took that book from his house the same day it burnt down with him in it, that book with the torn edges and samizdat look, what do you mean you didn’t come back for more? What is wrong with you? Does poetry...
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In the Void We Judge You; In the Void We Judge...
They had agreed to meet on neutral ground – Ppapa Bambo’s – and they were regretting their choice of location now. Humuncula wanted to wrap her scarf tight enough to restrict bloodflow and pass out, and Brett wanted to do that to her too, and just walk away from there. Around their little wooden table, where their black sloshed around in cups with ill-fitting lids, screaming children ran...
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But I can’t be sexy. For that my muscles have to be toned and my hands can’t be this delicate. My waist can’t go in like this. I shouldn’t sit with my legs crossed like this and I can’t have that much hair on my arms. I have to be macho. My lips can’t be this full, I just cannot be this thin. My smile can’t flutter with insecurity, I definitely cannot cry...
If she were to open her mouth and declare, no wouldn’t even be in my vocabulary, to be truthful. Though if she were to put both of her hands on my shoulder and lean in, I wouldn’t say no. I don’t have a problem with this. I’m okay being this backwards. I’m okay with a cold bed just as I am a warm one, in fact I will always be okay– I’m not the most dramatic of...
I think I shall tell everyone that you passed away. The disease got you. I will say (in earnest) that I miss you but that I have to move on. Eventually I’ll believe it myself. The story I tell will become so real, so vivid, I will remember it as if it happened. The disease got you. It will become true, for no-one else will know what I know now. And that will be the best approximation of...
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There should be a less awkward phrase for ‘Thank you for sharing your hurt with me. The hurt is not your fault. This changes nothing between us other than perhaps strengthen the bond, perhaps adding nuance to some of the things you say, but none of it is negative. More understanding is always good, in my opinions, and while I may not understand you fully (claiming so would be arrogant), I...
The only skill I have is my imagination. I can’t cook. I’m not particularly knowledgeable about anything, though I do culturally osmotise things from now and then and I can have conversations about things I’ve never seen. I pick up things from context. I can’t paint, I can’t research, I can’t fight, I can sorta make a lucid argument. I can’t make music. I...
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You’re as liquid as paint and I can’t pick you up. The more I try the more the colours blend, the less the patterns make sense, you’re all mush. Don’t. Don’t be mush. I give it all I got and I get a good chunk out of the puddle (the chunk is your head), (the paint that falls down is your contours), and I beg of you to speak to me but your mouth has already slipped...
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I don’t want to sleep. I want to hang on to vague notions of love and romance and just stare at my monitor until it says you logged on. I’m going to sleep eventually and I’m going to dream about you, which leads to the worst kind of waking up ever, the loss. What’s worse, there’ll be about five minutes where I’m hoping that you just got out of bed for the...
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We made a deal that if both of us were unmarried by the time we’re 40 we’d suicide together. Originally, the deal was we’d get married if we were both alive, but somewhere along growing up it morphed– I don’t know how. Well, she found true love, at 32. I went to her wedding and I cried and the brides looked absolutely stunning and there were surprise fireworks. But this...
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Bus stop. Rain landed on both of them, but the ghost imagined it passed through her.
“Do they tell you he’s a myth, too?”
Brief shock, before she resumed her statueness.
“I’m talking to you.” A gentle poke (unstatuelike softness) and no answer.
A sigh, “that’s what they told me, at least. ‘No, he doesn’t exist, you’re making...
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It’s nice that you sometimes get wrecked and reckless. You’ll die at thirty if you don’t stop, but it’s not that. You’re a shell of red and black and– I can’t help but suspect. Those are such nice hues, so well polished, sometimes I think you just put them on because they suit you. Then you get wrecked and you crash into walls and your legs shake so much you...
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“You have to crush a few brains and break a few heartcells to get where I am, that’s just the reality of it. Sure, sometimes I regret the footstools I used to get higher in the business, but then I realize that maybe it was all meant to be– and I would hardly think I’m the worst of all worsts, right? I do a bit good here and there. That’s how I get by, that’s how the...
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Have you ever been stabbed with a toothbrush? I promise you, my dentist recommended I try this out on you. Sit still, do you really think wiggling makes it hurt less? No, that would be silly. Which brand do you use? Myself I prefer Colgate, but I also have Pepsodent if that’s something you’d like? Okay, fine, I’ll just use a little of both. Now, this is the sharp end, and it goes...
I see me. I’m in a small apartment, and I’ve picked up smoking. A glass or flask of something unnamed stands unsteadily beside me and I do not keep furniture. The floor is wooden boards. I keep wax candles and broken ceiling lamps. I’ve got a typewriter in front of me and I’ve got a blank page. I keep a phone that hasn’t made sound for years. The windows have become...
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Paint over cracks, apply make-up to broken skulls until they smile. Put the bleached side of the christmas tree toward the wall. One day I won’t be friends with any of you. One day my flaws (and the way you’re not perfect) will have avalanched to the point that I pushed you all away from my isolating mountaintop. I will have given up hope on making friends, I’ll be the...
