The shirt.

Worn and tattered, red and plaid.

Elbows ripped out from years of wear.

Chipped buttons, hanging by threads.

Always paired with blue jeans.

Dark brown boat shoes, too.

It was never put away.

He was perpetually inside of it, giving it life.…

She was the kind of person who could spend all day talking about her makeup to a camera. After all, it was much easier than talking to a real, live human about... well... anything.

She could imagine that she was just sending the video out into a void. A …

inchworm snaked up through the dirt

because he sensed the rain

but when he found himself in a shirt

he found it very plain

he was in a washing machine

He was tired. He'd read the same sentence four times and he was still stumbling across the words like he'd never seen them before. He instantly dismissed the absurd thought that the book was rewriting itself as he read it.

Inserting the bookmark, he cl…

Story is marked as mature

When my eyes grew too heavy, I listened.

My contact with the stone made a tiny scraping sound whenever I shifted weight. Small brush and greenery rustled beyond the confines of the climbing road. Above my head what once felt like a claustrophobic cloud b…

With diligence and a growling stomach, you returned to where you were, and how you were. I managed to reform what had been misused.

And how I loved you!

You, whom I loved and felt for when you were nothing but a smashed galaxy of unfortunate crinkles, br…

The story Uncle Charlie told went that some Columbians had jacked a Volvo and tried to outrun the cops. The heavy frame of the car and low engine power kept it from gaining any distance from the black and white cruisers and their grim faced drivers. Uncle…

? awakes to inky blackness and silence until a voice calls out from some indefinable distance.

-Welcome.

-Where am I? And who am I?

-You’ve only just been created. Right now you are little more than an idea. With luck you will soon begin to take sh…

Shut up Shut up Shut up

I don’t want to hear your whining anymore

I don’t want to hear your excuses

What the heck do you think was going to happen?

The blind don’t lead the blind

What were you expecting with someone who doesn’t even have eyes?

Don't…

I looked at her eyes. It was the first time during the whole day that I actually got to look into them long enough to see the happiness pouring out of her soul. Dolphins could swim in them if only I could figure out a way to shrink them. They were the dee…

"Mum, you're on the TV!" Sally yelled into the kitchen as she stared, rapt, at the screen which showed a rapid-fire sequence of her mother as a teenage hero, obliterating huge monsters with her magical pink laserbeams.

In the next room, Tessa slumped int…

The dream begins with baroque-era music written about the planets. Supposedly the music was written to describe their orbits or something. One piece had an expected couple of notes at the end omitted so people could go out and observe, and had a note expl…

The grass is soft, tenderly kissing my feet

The air is sweet, warmly caressing my arms

Birds laugh and sing of bliss

Here I am, on my own

The sky is a brilliant blue and crystal clear

Rolling hills of multicolors stretch all around

Miles and miles pass b…

Come on girl

put on that happy face

the one

with the smile

that shows

all your teeth.

Come on girl

put on that happy face

pretend for the world

your not breaking down again.

Cover up the sounds

of that avalanche

of shattered heart

pieces.

Cover up the man…

You pant in exertion and let the heavy extinguisher fall to the floor at your feet. You feel as if your attempt was a waste of time. Staring towards the window, you're astounded to see the floor where you were just standing collapse. You have had a lucky …

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Well hi there.

So it's like this, see?

I ran the basic 'scan and repair' thiingy that lives in Windows, and it appears to have done the trick, which is swell, and so's your old man.

I want to use this account to blur the boundaries between facts and ficti…

Behind the shimmering curtain of rain, made bright by passing headlights, a stately house appeared. Faint at first, its thin translucence swallowed the house that had been built in its absence. As the rain splashed against the walls and roof, the house be…

Something scrabbled at my wall. The scratch and scrape of something ripping my precious wall apart stirred me from my mournful reverie. I backed away from the thing that was tearing in earnest at my fort, eyes wide, body shaking. Don't take my wall. Don't…

A wailing, rainy night. One of the most beautiful things.

I smiled into the raindrops and they flowed like therapy as if from my eyes

My eyes unfocused at the sparkling streetlights as I strode forward by the park

My feet squishing in my messed up sneake…

It was Thursday and much like Arthur Dent before her, Maya had never quite been able to get the hang of them.

The silhouette across the way turned into a distinct figure now. Matthew. She had hoped for someone else somehow, but it was he that she intende…

I sit in the kitchen, lips still feeling the buzz as I rest my trumpet on my knee. I feel quiet, but not quite calm. My eyes find the glass of cold milk on the table beside me. As I drink it down, I can see the old clock on the wall through the bottom…

It pours down me, eroding away my uniform, my costume

The entropy brought by weather is my new disguise

And once again the water images fill me half empty, on the brighter side

It was not a sustainable image (mirage) anyhow

.

But when they see me next…

I looked up from my coffee. Through the steam coming off the cup, I could almost make out her face. What a cruel trick of the mind to place her across the table from me again.

Had it been days? Months? I couldn't recall.

There were things left unsaid th…