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HOW FITTING TO BLEED HERE

TO COME HERE IN DRUNKEN STUPOR

ONLY THE FINEST OF INK TO

NARRATE THIS PATHETIC STORY

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So this is my story? Fine then. It starts here.

A young man sits cross-legged with elbows on his knees, hunched over a tiny lined book…

He knew it was coming for some time, but was not expecting the email when it arrived in the inbox the previous night. Once he found out, he let the idea sink in for a day, then fully faced it in conversation with his older brother, who is cautiously hopef…

Unregistered college graduates drink through a discussion on the possibility of fewer student loans

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Overworked parents scoff at the idea of paternity leave and cheaper child care

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A dusty ballot woolgathers at the bottom of stack of medical bills

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Why…

The door bell rang. Again. God damned kids, he thought. Nothing better to do than disturb descent people and beg for candy.

He stomped to the door, and, just before opening it, put on his most pleasant face. The one he usually reserved for suckers...…

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I can't stop feeling her face.

Not seeing, feeling. We were so close so often that the shape of her face against mine took on more meaning. The impression derails me during work hours, plagues me at night.

Today I couldn't handle that memory, so I picked …

Whispering, whispering, always whispering. Inseparable pair, sharing secrets, tales, complaints. They don't want me to hear. Why? Is it about me?

I shouldn't try to listen. I shouldn't let it bother me. I can do things how I want, disregard, disregard th…

Do you honestly think you know

Where all your "secrets" go?

Have you realized this silence

Is just for show?

Now hear my prediction

Don't be surprised when

Your icicle words

Swing back like swords

The whispers are behind your back

Voices on the attack

G…

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He came in with a haunted look in his eyes. A fine suit hung from his frame, slightly threadbare but still lending an air of battered elegance. His gaze caught on the shelves full of jars, clinking gently against each other despite the utter absence of an…

Remember that mask?

Maybe you started wearing it for protection.

You wanted to fit in.

You were afraid that people wouldn't accept you.

You wouldn't accept you.

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At first you only wear it when you have to,

Like armor before heading off to battle.

A short…

Chaos ensues. All that was once so eloquently placed is now thrown into the wind. The pieces land with no apparent rhyme or reason. An intrigued outsider may sit to the side and calmly observe those around him frantically scramble to create some form of d…

I'm spiraling. Spiraling down.

I don't know what is at the bottom and I don't care.

I relax into the current trying to hold me up. I close my eyes and feel weightless as long as I ignore the sting of rushing air on my skin and the strain of fabric pull…

"What's this ring about?" he rounded on me with accusation, hurt, and anger in his eyes.

"This is a promise ring."

"Promise!? You took VOWS to be my wife!"

Patiently, and without fear, I patted to the cushion next to me. He sat, but his hands shook. "List…

Captain's log, ship's day 8472

I wish we could fix the attitude control. The tumbling is making me dizzy.

Finally figured out where we were losing the atmosphere from. Backyard Bob is working on a patch for it and says he'll be done in about two hours. …

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Behind the counter, a serious faced Jin watched them while he used his apron to wipe his hands. She needed to finish her business here before he called a street team to investigate. She didn't want to tangle with them. The violent thugs thinly disguised a…

The child sits at the base of the tree, silently weeping. Her arms are crossed over her upraised knees, her face buried in her arms. Tears fall from her cheeks, staining her pants and the soil on which she sits. A few even land on the tree roots.

A gentl…

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"How do you feel about me?"

Ahh, I wondered when you'd ask.

You are fun, in a stimulating way. You're a thinker. You sharpen your wit every time I see you. As we spar, I get a better sense of your reactions and humor.

We have surprising similarities,…

Seventeen dwarves rounded the corner in clown make-up looking like what can only be described as demented. Ten of them still had napkins tucked into their collars. Seven wielded forks. One swung a turkey leg menacingly then paused to take another greasy b…

I am lost

But in between the bursts of self hate

Blooms the tentative flower of hope

I am not a failure

That is what I have written on the

Inside of my wrist

Going, right

Trying to see

the light

At the end of my tunnel

I am Finding My Way.

I am blissful, at peace.

I have worked for so long to achieve this state.

I know I had my personal problems before, but I have wrestled with them and I am doing better.

I hurt people. I didn't do it on purpose, and I have tried to make amends.

I have sa…

The sea and sky have been entwined all day,

Both a pale granite grey.

A flat calm - clouds in the ripples and ripples in the clouds.

Now it's dark, and the distant ship lights look like stars.