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My Quiet It's the anxious palming of guitar strings, The stillness of corrosion and atrophy, The silence of macerated words kept inside, dissolving into glances, Thin muscles squeezing ribs against lungs Like my mother grabbing me when the brakes stuttered and slid And I heard her cry 'God, save us!' in the voice— The voice Saint Peter must have used, A voice desperate but believing, Certainly more faithful than mine; He saved her, after all. But intercession follows confession, and so I confess, I confess Until there's nothing inside but the quiet. I don't cry out anymore. I hold my breath. I keep my quiet Tight in my chest where it …
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*During the last challenge this idea came to me but it quickly spiraled into a larger idea. The idea is kinda based on firefly/space exploration. The idea of the adventures of a small crew exploring space and getting into sexy adventures.* Step One: Collect a Crew Stein Cloud stood in his quarters looking in the mirror. His six foot frame filling the rooms little wash area. Giving his belt a tug he adjusts the blaster at his hip. Slipping his long brown duster on his shoulders. Admiring his look in the mirror he frowns. Brushing back his long brown hair into a ponytail he lets out a sigh. Getting his own ship was the easy part. Keeping it running was the challen…
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Attention. That's what's caught In the few inches your skull shifts, His fist in your hair, vision blurring Just before the e-brake strain of neck tendons. Just before the slap that ignites oil-red blood, Eyes defiant, brain gone feral, and your stupid, Stupid mouth about to say something that's so-- you. Something you heard in a porno while your fingers, Loud inside of you like dual exclamation points, Wrote them into you, bringing you to life, Animating your clay body--the golem whore, Pygmalion in an Iron Maiden t-shirt Pinching off a roach stained in black lipstick. Your thoughts were somewhere else, But now they're here, on him. Ju…
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I used to hate family vacations. Ever since I was a little girl, my cousins would always pick on me. They'd push me down, call me ugly, make fun of me for things I didn't know. They always found every excuse to exclude me. Mom and dad always tried to cheer me up by buying me special toys and stuff, but it always burned me up inside that they didn't want anything to do with me. "What's wrong with me?" I always thought to myself. "Why don't they like me? Is it because I'm just a kid? Just a girl? But why do they have to be so mean about it?" I remember crying to my parents about it. Mom would try to console me with pretty words. "They're just jealous of you," or dad wo…
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(Will probably feel cringey tomorrow, but tonight it feels right.) Cover me; My cheek within your thigh, Shut out the stars, Those million mocking demons. Close your door, Allow no sound But wind and breath And bending friction Of two bodies vibrating Together To claim the same point in space. My lips tasting yours, Speaking hymns; words pressed Others pulled from you. Feverish, I need your water, I am breathing, too much; I need to drown, and live. My heart folds, folds tighter Against itself, you pull me Against you, and I am no longer Confused. Cover me. Exploring you by fingertips Like a place walked in a …
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Who else believes in angels and demons? I belive angels and demons are always fighting and sometimes demons escape from the underworld and ive done read on qoura that some angels are stationed down to the underworld to make sure demons don't escape some pepole says that demons are the nephilim giants so I believe if they were real that female angels would make pacts and agreements and I belive female angels would be sent down there to pleasure some of the demons to stop demons from escaping what are anyone else's thoughts on this fenale angels are protectors and angels can change their forms mabby they don't have a true form just they change into what's needed mabby thi…
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Prelude I didn't feel anything. I didn't even notice it happen. It wasn't hot, it didn't hurt, my life didn't flash before my eyes, I didn't even have a moment to try and breathe in order to realize whether or not I could. I wasn't sad, I wasn't scared, I wasn't angry. For one moment, one fleeting moment, I heard silence. In a way, I suppose you could call it a happy feeling. It's not at all the way I thought I would've felt if it happened. My name is Julia Whithro, and I'm dead. I was 25 years old, North on I-10 on Christmas Eve, 2021. It was raining and I was going 90 when the speed limit was 75. It was 9:30 at night and I needed to get home to finish wra…
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//Soooo, I meant to submit this for the Fairy Tale Character writing challenge and misread the cut-off time. So too late to submit there, but it's already written so someone may enjoy it anyway. // // TW: Suicidal thoughts// “Narissa? That’s a lovely name. It suits you.” … Her first thoughts were small. In the silent and tenebrous void , the NAIAD hummed tunelessly to herself, testing each note with the childish delight of simply learning some new sound she could make—until the darkness began to answer. A pleasurable sigh rippling through her code as oxygen levels rose. An electric flutter through her being, blooming out from sensor buoys as s…
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In My Bed The curtains are dead, Cold ghostlight of blue morning burning through. I may have died too. Someone is in my bed I know it. I know it, But I can't touch them. Bed sheets crinkle and crack like frost Under my fingertips, weak as they are. I'm not breathing, Not enough to consider myself alive, Just enough to pray and wonder. There was starlight in that bottle. It must have spilled in the night. It's just glass now--just a mess now. It's returning to reality, like me. A woman frozen in night-mare, Sleeping Ariadne Exiled on a queen-sized island, One nostril weakly siphoning Air between mattress and pillow, Sweat and t…
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Aurora & Iris At Home The city outside hummed quietly, distant tires against wet pavement, a siren that faded before it found them, the breath of wind through cracked windows. Inside, the apartment was dim and golden. Candles flickered in glass bowls. The stereo hummed with soft music: a female voice looping lyrics neither of them needed to understand. Their shared bed was a nest of colored sheets and strewn silks, pillows scattered like petals. Aurora was already curled at one end, her hair spilling in waves of honey and rose across the blanket. She looked like a half-finished painting, her chest rising slowly, eyes half-lidded but focused on Iris. "Yo…
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Memorial Day There was a time the cobblestone road of the old city bustled with the laughter of children and their parents leading them from shop to shop, stopping by neighborhood friends to discuss pleasantries and the latest gossip around town. Now, the smoke from the diminishing flames flooded the street as if God were sweeping through to claim all the first born. If only it had been so selective. Mira lowered her hood and unstrapped the mask from her face, allowing her hair to billow in the wind. It went against regulations, keeping it down like this. Long hair had a tendency to get in the way in the middle of a fight, but this fight was long over…
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Image Credit: Phil Gromley ( Twitter: @GromleyPhil ) The first incident happened so quickly. I was horrified. The moonbeams struck and he was a beast. Before I knew it, his claws had sunk into me and I couldn't even find a scream inside of me. He apologized and told me he never chose to be this way. He loved me dearly and wanted to protect me, he never wanted to hurt me. I didn't believe him at first but I realized I wasn't being fair to him. Why would anyone choose a life like this? To hurt the only one who showed him love? He was damaged, he was hurt. You just couldn't see his wounds. He told me I should leave, but I insisted I stay. I didn't want him to suffe…
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Let's go back to Korea and Dorothy. There was a small pillbox-looking thing on the road to the main post, just a square hole dug in the ground covered by a rudimentary roof. I never met anyone who knew when it had been built; it might have dated back to the Japanese occupation of the country. But it was just there, something you noticed the first time you saw it and never paid mind to again. It wasn't even worth going over to look at just for curiosity's sake. It was a summer Sunday in the ROK, and Dorothy and I were walking back to the main post. We were passing that little hole in the ground when the skies opened up. Have you ever been caught in a sudden storm wher…
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I lie here in my bed, resting. The rhythm of my heartbeat, slow and steady, is in my ears. She bends over me, cooling my flesh with a damp cloth. Her touch is gentle, and she smiles at me. That smile takes me back in time. I see the smiles in my memory, of lovers and not-lovers alike, lovers and friends, sometimes foes. It's funny how the years can wash away animosity; the negativity fades and you can only see the missed opportunities, the chances for peace not taken or missed. What could have been, should have been. My breath hitches at the thoughts. There have been a lot of them. My journey through Life has been long, my loves many. Nearly all are gone now, th…
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