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A Father's LamentHis turban wrapped head bent over the newly lit crimson candle, a tear breaking his serene visage.A Father's Lament
His eyes opened and flashed to the newspaper heading next to him.
“For my Alai.”
His breath caught as the candle exploded; the dynamite that his son had been executed for not employing.
by ~blanknoise
UntitledHe started out as a careful, quiet boy, never in trouble, reading Tolstoy and listening to Tchaikovsky. Then she came along with pierced lips and pink hair, a drug problem and an attitude.Untitled
It wasn’t a funeral I was expecting to attend.
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Adaptation“How may I help you, ma’am?”Adaptation
He was all courtesy, something she didn’t expect. His overalls showed signs of struggles with gardening shears, a clumsily sewed patch on his left breast pocket ripped at the seam. His arms were a rainless summer, caked with unyielding dirt and mud. Her eyes scanned down to his weathered boots, and in comparison his arms were polished ivory.
“Ma’am?”
She burst from her roving thoughts. Her lips, garnished with perfectly applied Chanel #4, unpursed as her manicured, moisturized hand crept from the tip of her sunglasses to the familiar plac
by ~blanknoise
The Trouble With HarryYou see, people are generally associated with things they’re good at. Kenneth Browning was the best long-ranged shooter six counties up. Jeanette Locke could crochet the dickens out of any old piece of white yarn she found lying around. But Harry, what everyone knew about Harry was that he didn’t sing no more.The Trouble With Harry
Pinkerton ain’t really the singing type of environment, I guess. The sky’s all suffocated with smog over from The City, don’t forget to mention the oil rigs they got back five miles out where men come in white and dry and out black and slick as the devil’s tongue. But that didn’t stop the
by ~blanknoise
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Exotic PartnersIt was during the second year of our marriage that I realised my wife was a large monitor lizard.Exotic Partners
It was one of those funny little revelations that creeps up on one over time. I think the first clue came when she decided to hibernate for the three winter months. At first it did not arouse my suspicions. After all I myself enjoyed a lie-in, and had once slept in three whole hours past the alarm - on a weekday! - so I did not think it particularly note-worthy when she tucked herself in at the start of December and remained there until late February. Still, it aroused in me some small seed of doubt - for I had never bef
by ~Holy-Mecha
Blue Mountain EagleEagle, see him rising higher,Blue Mountain Eagle
borne aloft, on ice-tipped wings, born aloft, above carriages and kings.
Warrior feathered, his swift flight is to the death of creatures too dull or slow to conceal their hides when his floating
shadow is cast against the clouds.
Talons of keratin re-issued hourly, he has no need for knives—he tears hot death from flesh
with silent grace.
Far removed from lairs
and the musty embrace of soil, nothing can touch or challenge him: he keeps his own ethics, seizes the wilderne
by ~pseudometry
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