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"i was in love with you," gatlin murmurs. "i was always stuck on the idea that you could love me back."

avery coughs, a reflection shifting behind the glass wall between them, and taps his finger at the center of gatlin's palm. gatlin can see avery's eyes-- blue,(more)
Hyun tilted her head upward and gazed aimlessly at the powder blue sky. She slowly formed a defiant smile and  whispered, "So, this is the first day of my death of social seclusion, I threw away the cigarettes, broke the TV, and now there is only static on the radio."(more)
there are solid moments in gatlin's life in which everything vibrates with a certain amount of technicolor clarity. it is then, he believes, that he is truly a god.

he refuses to eat-- a lengthy endeavor, time consuming and a test to his stubbornness, but it makes his(more)
He plucked the last straw, and the old hat was no more. With it left the spirit of the wearer, the bearer of hatred's curse.
He was no more, and with him left the torment and pain from the old house, with him left the fatigue from old joe's(more)
The man's face flushed a shade of bright crimson, hot with anger, "Do you want me to call security on ya? You goddamn little punk!"    

   Emily gasped, her startled expression haunted her face for a couple of seconds.    

   In a frightened tone(more)
     There'd been a food fight in the cafeteria and the vice principal meant to round up the guilty parties.   Loose corn and green peas lay scattered on the floor. As he walked across the damp linoleum, scanning the landscape of skittish eyes, his heel fell across the stem(more)
I spent ten days speeding down the West Coast on a motorbike uninsured. What I learnt: on the road, it's what's on the outside that counts. In life, it's what's on the inside.

And hey, I didn't fall off the back, but I did fall back in love.

What if doing what is right is no longer right for you?  What if honoring a "til death do us part commitment" equates to the death of you?  What if continuting to live "as is" is really relegating yourself to the land of the living dead?

There's more inside of me, burning and being wasted away, than you'll see in the whole of your life. I am an inferno. I will eat the world in both its ugliest and most beautious forms. I will crush the lot of it into a singularity of abstract flesh(more)
In a blaze
Of woeful regret
She wept
Yearning (more)
Masayoshi was too far away for him to get to - he had other things to do, to worry about - but Masayoshi was too far away and it struck him like a physical thing, a shard of ice lodged in his chest. Focus on getting the civilians away,(more)
you're no revolving door
you swing fifty different ways
please stop for me soon
"What you want? What do you want from me?" the young homeless man screamed in the stolen microphone in a state of frenzied mania.

The entranced park musician struggled to stifle the damned swan's song and looked as if his mind was at war with his conscience. (more)
Masayoshi made the best noises when Gotou took him to pieces. It was hard to decide which noise was his favorite - the short little cut-off whines, the heavy breaths panted through an open mouth, the low groan when Gotou slid his hand up the outside of Masayoshi's thigh(more)
Then there's Dennis. Dennis is about forty, but looks sixty; He's always red-faced and bears an uncanny resemblance to Robinson Crusoe. You can hear him coming up the block from a mile away, lolling his head left to and fro in blissful alcoholic reverie, loose change jingling against the(more)