(april)+ if you'd like to catch me, please visit my site [link] , i've finally picked up blogging.
+ also undergoing work on one, finally pronoucable project: my serial novel. catch glimpses of it on my website.
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Dead Serious“Are you s-serious with the serious?”Dead Serious
“Dead serious. Serious like a heart attack. Serious-Serious.”
“A-Alright, I get the point.”
Tyler Lawrence sucked down on the end of an unfiltered cigarette, coughing into his fist as he shifted the reciever of the public telephone. He was jammed up against the only pay phone for miles around, somewhere on the corner of Little Puerto Rico, underneath a bodega awning, trying to ditch the sticky sweetness of a piragua that had fallen on the ground.
“It’s the only way you’re going to keep your job Tyler. Shit
by ~scabface
Journey to a StarThere was nothing but the yellow of the overhead lights casting shadows over the bleachers and the football field. Nothing but Metis sitting fourth row with his head in his hands, dropletts of rain patterning down on him. Nothing but Josh watching him, crossing the quieted field and climbing the stairs, tracking mud over the silvertoned grates. Nothing but the half-second of breath when Josh stood in front of Metis and just looked down at him. Sweat collected in the corners of his eyes and at both his temples. Salt and rain glistening on his lips. Nothing but them. Just them and finished football practice. Nothing but the evening spreading ouJourney to a Star
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postage stampsThe newspaper and the postage stamp. Both of them a depth of a scandalized affair.postage stamps
Gideon De’Canteur leaned against the window frame, holding a letter that had been ripped open and taped back together before it was even mailed. Inside there were only two pieces of paper. Newsprint and parchment. He knew the news snippet well. It was an article he had written years before, in a place where there was nothing but green grass and high walls and fancy cuisine. His name stood out on the byline, the edges weathered and torn. The title was lost but he could recite it by memory. Even if it was so long ago.
The litt
by ~scabface
real stories - real storiesRiley Jones adjsted her collar and walked out into the night.real stories - real stories
Her wrist watch had frozen still at 2:54 a few nights before and there had not been time to get a new battery, to get a new watch. She needed one, the band of hers starting break, the little silver clasp a bit too lose. Because of this she had no idea what time it was but the sun was still not coming up. If she squinted just right she could see the moon and few dotted stars breaking through the smog and overcast skies. She counted them in twos and threes, nibbling on her chapped lips, feet splashing in puddles from the rainstorm the night before.
Her mothe
by ~scabface
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Sleepsong -- Apologue.眠り歌Sleepsong -- Apologue.
once upon a time, in the year of bated breath and lover's debt, there lived a man and his beautiful wife-- and though they toiled in circular disintricacies and stayed the coming of any age that time mustered, they loved each other dearly, to the threat of every deathbed and beyond.
she spent her days singing songs about the house as she did everything in her power to create the best home she could manage of the sagging willows and bastard reeds she gathered-- for the husband she loved so much.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
There is nothi
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