September 2011
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See, she was a kvyschka in a lobrebam, a sunflower through pavement. She grabbed me by the kourtsche and there was nothing I could do. Any granthin, kanneva schvitt. I had never seen such a tlorbo in my life but I was pinnaturning already when she traed into the room. I pesched to myself, whatever she wants from me she’ll have and she jovved me a simple question that caught me off guard and...
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Trigger Warning
You know you can do whatever you want to me, right? You don’t have to ask for most things, just do them if you feel like it. I won’t complain of the hurt if you want me to be silent, but if you want me to scream you can have all of my lungs. You can draw blood if you want to soak my clothes. Do you know this? Your hands can be wherever they like, you know that, right? I will do what...
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The Long Narrow One
It was a completely regular day. Or, as regular as days get. Actually, it wasn’t important what kind of day it was when Mikkel Amerthain came to his conclusion. It had been gradually building up, you know, over his life. Bits and pieces here and there, like a Tetris game. It was a Tuesday when Mikkel realized he was the most important being in all of existence.
At first – the first few years –...
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Trigger Warning
Duct tape around your ankles up your legs around your thighs until you can’t even shiver, binding your breasts and your wrists and your neck and hope you won’t choke, shave off all your hair and hold your head steady, steady, steady, two pennies on your eyes that you can’t blink away, cut your tongue off to keep in a jar and wrap the whole package in duct tape one more until...
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Anonymous asked: When the pictures on the wall turn out to be windows, and when the parents know nothing about the clown statue in the child's bedroom, when the you finally get the courage to look at the message the monster wrote on the wall and it reads "I saw you watching me", what do you do?
The stars have stopped moving, and are winking out rapidly, one by one. I eat whatever I can put in my mouth, though nothing tastes anything. I close my eyes and listen to the silence, I can’t even hear my footsteps. There are ghosts everywhere and I can’t stand them, they’re so thick as to cloud my sight, they’re a fine mist if you don’t look close to see the faces....
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BDSM
Well, it is part of the story we keep alive in our heads and through sex. You get bitchslapped because you’re a bitch, even if we both enjoy your bad behaviour you simply have to be punished. Sometimes, the beatings will be rewards but mostoften they’re the punishment. Perhaps you could think of it as two classes of rewards, one for behaviour type one (good), and one for behaviour type...
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Today was Jen Pachtós’ first fate-day in eight years. The next one wasn’t until thirty years thence. Her husband didn’t notice that she’d made herself beautiful, as she walked past him. Butterflies in her stomach, nesting. Today she was going to find true love. That’s what the machine had said. She just knew today was a fate-day, she’d known it the moment she...
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Virtually Real
I found a flyer from the future, flapping about in the wind. It was the only one of its kind, all the other flyers were dull and boring, this one glazed. Glazed. And when I picked it up, it activated, probably its nanobots could eat the nutritious finger-oil secreted by my greasy fingers in order to show me the ad. The whole note went rigid and straight with a spark, like Batman’s wings in...
I much prefer memories over pictures, despite the imperfections. Actually, because of them. Like coral reefs from a single rock, like pearls from a single grain of sand, we build things into our memories and every time we replay something in our memories, it’s like we’re experiencing it again, the old memory goes away and the new one takes its place, almost identical. Like beautiful...
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The last moments of Muri Kenna’s life were spent staring at a fish. A friendly but useless fish, she decided on a whim to name it Morgan. This she smiled at. A final revenge, if you will. At this point, she had no delusions about coming back up to the surface, she’d just gone through all stages of grief super fast and now she was at acceptance. The fish seemed to also accept her, and...
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I will play the violin for you, I will be old-fashioned for you. I will build you an iron chariot pulled by slaves and I will whip them if they don’t walk fast enough, I will walk their soles off, for you. And should the slaves not be enough I will pull it myself. I will compose a melody for you which I will play on my violin, it will be to the hum of a thousand orchestra. It will be to the...
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Anonymous asked: WILL YOU MARRY ME. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
Hammer stakes through their hearts when they lie in their coffins, so they can’t awake when the sun leaves the sky. Keep restraints on their limbs, to prevent any movement, a shake or a flailing might set them all free. Wherefore tape-shut their coffins, put rocks on the lids; wherefore drape around napes any garlic or carrot?
They wail all night long, they won’t stop ‘til...
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New Life
Sardin was terrified. His subconscious was working with about three-hundred simultaneous preliminary guesses that were impossible to keep track of. It was not terribly helpful to know that the neon purple fist-sized thing crawling towards him, glowing maliciously, could not be a vertebrate.
It doesn’t look like an insect, plus it’s far too big to survive in here with a tracheal...
Every quake affects the lights, approximately six of the ten. Throws me into the wall and watch them flicker, I throw you to the ground and do the same. The thunder strike strikes and now half are shining. To pass the time we trade blows and play music. When we try to adjust them we burn, they don’t want us to touch them, is all. Fine, we get it. We will continue to shake until we have a...
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Your punishment will be that you have to eat either your spouse or one of your parents. It is up to you to choose. This way, you will be cruel no matter what, unless you, by some hidden reserve of courage, decide to defy us. Now, we have servants who will gladly help you cut them up, but none of them will chew your food for you. You are allowed to cook them for ten minutes each. We suggest by...
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The sun went up like some kind of rocket, shooting up into the sky and burning everything. The things in the room started boiling, from his skin to the wallpaper. The blinds were pulverized long ago, his skin just a charcoal mess, and he kept his palms over his eyes and sat still. The feeling of hurtling was still there, after all this time, and all his food had gone bad, and the sun dove back...
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I want you to know that I do not condone gruesome, grisly murder in any way, and that piano string should be used solely for music. I do not wish the knives to get red, but I will show you how to use my dishwasher. I do not look kindly upon bodies on my living room floor, and I would not see them were they to fertilize my bushes. I do not approve of what you do at all but I have enemies and here,...
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“Ketchup.” I don’t know the word for this but I will make one up. “What do you mean? This is clearly just a goodbye letter.” The way we broken people don’t always see the broken, don’t see the implications of morbidity. I don’t know how to describe it. “The man in that picture is clearly just levitating.” Like a filter over our eyes?...
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Unmetaphorical Dragon – Chapter 9 – Denouement for...
The last part of the air duct he had to climb through himself – Victor’s guiding was worthless in there, plus he had to remain absolutely silent. Before him, he pushed a small pot containing some dirt and a blood-red sunflower. It was guiding him.
Now he could hear de Gille’s speech without his words. Arth’s clothes were sticky with milk and honey, and the air was cold with...
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I had my first migraine at the same time as my first orgasm. It felt like my muscles were tying knots of themselves at the same time I spilled out of myself. I shook, screamed; I guess he took it for pleasure, at least the first twenty seconds. I can’t blame him. So I cramped up and my head was a ball of fire and I found myself, four hours later, able to move my muscles again. He’d...
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Here come the legionnaires, fighting a war. Here come the horses of war (and pigeons, and elephants, tigers, and dogs). Here come the bowshots, the fireslingers, the generals. Here come the endless day with the sun blotted out, firm in place but obscured by smoke, here come no stars. Here come the footprints that can’t be erased, here come the steel nannies raising our children to the sound...
They believe, they believe to be shielded. They stand at the edge of the word, right next to the ledge, and their faith keeps their bodies rigid, but that isn’t all you need. About half of them die then and there, even if they don’t know it. The next half die taking a step out into the void, presumably having convinced themselves of something as they felt their lives drain, or just...
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Trigger Warning (at the volta)
Yes, we sent your dog away, Timmy, to the happy farm. It was a tough choice, but you were just depressing her. Did you see the way she slouched? Yeah, dogs do that when they’re sad. You should’ve been a better kid, but I guess we just had to send her away instead. She was getting sores on her ears from the way they scraped the ground, I mean gosh. But now she’s happy. Now she is...
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Unmetaphorical Dragon – Chapter 8 – Dust, Dust,...
The mayor had given Elaine a complimentary basket of glowfruit, and she committed vandalism against a cavewall with them. She threw as hard as she could and the fruit floated forward as slow as a caterpillar, without a care in the world. The wall it was headed for looked like it had had an accident. Here and there small threads of glow fizzled and flared up. The fruit hit the wall and exploded...
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“Let there be light.”
The world disobeyed, then glistered. Coruscations moved in the gelid night, ebullience slowly percolating the worlds, resistance like antique circulatoriums insanguinated postcentennially, oxidations hingesquealing with complaint, but eventually in motion. Accelerating. All the brilliance increasing in intensity bansheelike. Patterns illocating pulsars, planets...
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Hours would be nice. I want to fuck you all slowly like, taking all the time in the world. I don’t want to care about erections or orgasms, I just want to touch you for as long as our bodies like. I don’t want any rushing, no sudden movements, no jerkings no thrusting no writhing just slowly, slowly caressing and holding things in place. Sounds, but not hasty ones. Deliberate. I want...
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Somewhere along the Line a Metaphor Becomes...
Jarol Drèsdty saw his life stretch before him like a butcher’s diagram. Every important thing was there, glowing like the sun on a bad day. Those were the bad parts, the ones you’d give away as dog food or turn into bio-fuel. Nothing people would eat. Speaking of that, he did not see any parts he would call rump steak, in fact. Maybe on the back?
Jarol saw himself cutting along the...
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Repeat it enough times and it might come true. Beep. We grid it in the hammer. The rules they don’t think about unless they’re strange. Say it out loud. The ways words bend; we hid it insane plight. Beep. It has been repeated a lot but not enough. Say it again, say it again. The strange they just don’t notice, unless they’re. Beep. Say it again, come dance your tongue with...
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Everything that you can’t do, I can’t do better. You can’t fuck, I can’t even kiss; you can’t keep a job, I can’t even keep a friend, or a body. Everything you thought you were bad at I kick you up a notch. I explode and shipwreck and collapse. You just whimper. You’re the way the world ends, eh? I’m the way it goes on. You set fire to your lungs and...
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Something died inside Tracy. Tracy hadn’t even known it was alive but now it was dead and rotting. She felt its spasms and then the awful, awful lack of motion. She stared at the girl who had broken her heart and there was this huge ball of not understanding just hanging about in the air. They looked at each other like they’d never met before, and perhaps they hadn’t. The Tracy...
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I only listen to any given song once, then I read the lyrics and music sheet once, and then I play it in my head whenever I want to listen to it. Sometimes I forget bits and replace them to the best of my musical knowledge. Over time, “imperfections” like these build up in my head with regards to the way the song “actually” is, for your pedestrian value of...
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It’s almost like shadows wearing a smile, but it’s more like shadows wearing a slightly mad smirk and glaring sideways with bloodstains in the corners of the mouth. It makes me flatten my ears to my skull and shiver; something like a thick, metal piano string trembling along the length of my spine, sending out a low, humming sound. Almost like purring but not quite. Like a...
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“Computer, run the tests of… subject six-oh-seven-two and… subject six-oh-nine-six, please.”
SACRIFICE TO THE IMMORTAL GOD OF DEATH-FATE FOR MERCY
THE TESTS HAVE BEEN RUN
“Tell me the predictions for them, please.”
THINGS GETTING OUT OF HAND AND THINGS GETTING OUT OF HAND. RESPECTIVELY
“Are they dying the same death?”
COMPLETELY RELATED
“Are there...
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The godcage for Death was a colossal platform. Bright, green, fine lasers shone up to receptors in the ceiling. The hovering orbs were the size of bowling balls, and appeared similarly dense. The droning speech-line of electricity between them shone white, blue at the edges, and there came pain– some tingling nocioception– when you stared at it. The bowling balls shifted between two positions: one...
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WELCOME MORTAL
“Yeez. I’m trying to be undercover here, could you keep it down a bit?
THE IMMORTAL GOD OF DEATH-FATE DOES NOT LISTEN TO YOUR REQUEST MORTAL TRY AGAIN OR LEAVE
“Okay. I have a question. This man– how does he die?”
WHICH MORTAL MORTAL?
“Where do I put the vial of his blood?”
THE ALTAR
“Do you mean this thing?”
ASK YOUR QUESTIONS NOW...
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Unmetaphorical Dragon – Chapter 7 –...
They were led down a rickety structure that was half-stairs, half-luck. “There is someone,” Victor said, hopping over a shrub of orange-glowing, perfectly round fruit, “who would like to meet you.” He stretched out his hand and helped Elaine over the bush, and let Arth jump over himself.
“Meet us?” Elaine asked, not taking her eyes off the ceiling, in case the...
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WELCOME MORTAL
“Yeez. I’m trying to be undercover here, could you keep it down a bit?
THE IMMORTAL GOD OF DEATH-FATE DOES NOT LISTEN TO YOUR REQUEST MORTAL TRY AGAIN OR LEAVE
“Okay. I have a question. This man– how does he die?”
WHICH MORTAL MORTAL?
“Where do I put the vial of his blood?”
THE ALTAR
“Do you mean this thing?”
ASK YOUR QUESTIONS NOW...
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In hell I loved Rosemary like I once had loved her, but she was not the old Rosemary like I was the old Garland. I didn’t know who to ask, she and I were the only two people there and she was insane. Every time I talked to her my heart broke. It didn’t mend itself till the next day so it broke in fragments and shards, new ways each time and now I’m lone in hell and I still love...
She played the accordion and he didn’t play anything at all, and he hated her. She was evil and she played it all the time and it grated on him until he finally ended it, but she wouldn’t stop playing. He shot again, again again, again again again. The sound wouldn’t stop and so he realized something was wrong and tried to step out of it. He went to stand somewhere else and still...
The fragrance of honey is sweet but it’s poison. It clogs up your veins and they feed on your blood. It slows you down until you can’t move. Steals all your moments and then you start to seep it. You can’t move anymore and you’re just dripping as it escapes you, harvest. Make sure to keep your mouth closed and you’ll die nicer. You’ll just become one of the...
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They used to be machines, they were built for calculations far more complex than what goes on in your minds. They used to be more intricate, their pendulums were mesmerising. They used to shift back and forth between worlds, fading in and out, because they only worked in certain conditions. Now they’re ghostly, they fight one another and somewhere in their minds they’ve locked away the...
I might cry, but it’s not bad. It’s that Buddhist thing where all things are fleeting even if you want them to last and it gets to me sometimes. Because I can’t stop thinking. But it’s not bad– it’s great, it’s better than great. I might bury my face in pillows, your words, or your arms but it’s alright, it’s just part of the melange. Except not that...
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Has hero complex. Not good. Need to stifle, need to choke, need to repress. Confine and constrict. Can’t have it go sacrificing itself for the greater good. Need sacrifice for later. Drugs, release them. Fill brain with thoughts not your own.
Increase dosage.
Increase dosage.
Hero. Ha. Mellow now. Good.
Won’t sit still. What do? Increase dosage. Emotions simply chemicals, need...
Beings used to worship here, they used to become gods. Now the pillars stand lonely and the statues have no faces. We can’t be sure of the cause and effect. They used to worship here; now the gods have stopped answering and if you whisper with your head bowed down all you will hear is the heartbeat thumping in your ears. Eventually, the pillars too will turn into salt and they will poison...
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Unmetaphorical Dragon – Chapter 6 – Depths due to...
The air vent grew from a ductling into a full-grown swan as they crawled and crouched, and eventually they could walk. Through the ceiling came an argument between de Gille and one of the poor ingénues, Elaine tried to tune it out, she didn’t want to hear the shrieks when he cut her into bits. Thankfully, the last she heard of it was “don’t touch a hair,” and then it all...
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The ambassador travels throughout the universe and punishes immortality. Kills gods, inhibits science, freezes time. There is no way to live forever, only indefinitely, and the ambassador is the arbiter of life. The ambassador stepped out of the anywhere machine and walked up to me and told me my time has come, the reaper was here for me. I stared the skeleton in the eye and asked it: why do you...
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This glass is not washed properly and pouring His blood into it would be sin. Still, I pour. And the glass falls in on itself, wine spilling out and I stop pouring, I put towels around the glass and suck up all the wine I can through the cloth until my mouth starts spilling sand. I close my eyes and pick up the glass, it’s not too broken, put it to my lips and drink. Slowly, steadily, the...
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Spiders grow on plants in a dark glasshouse, the stem goes from green to grey and then the bulb twitches and twitches until it sprouts legs. The botanist’s job is to count those legs and clip off the ones that have too many. Can’t have more than the allotted number of legs, you know. Each spider has a name and the glasshouse is vast. The spiders twitch and twitch and eventually, the...
