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the mastodon
The mastodon stood square and rugged; its breath steam-like issuing forth from its mouth.

The Clovis warriors watched patiently; wolf-hunger in their patience. The hunt was set. White tipped spears secured in hand the cluster of men, for men they were and brave, set their minds to the(more)
historic...
time capsule
I buried a time capsule in our garden when I was about 8 years old. I can’t remember what went into it but I imagine I put things in it like dinky cars, coins from my coin collection, figurines I got free with my breakfast cereal and any other(more)
nobody has

“Nobody has your nose, anyway I like it,” she said. This wasn’t strictly true. My nose was a complex being. The curved tip was a descendant from mia madre and the long Roman slope looked something like zio Raffaele’s. The large arcing nostrils were gifted by Nonno Tony, ye(more)
history | nose
television static
Television Static is what I wake up to. It is all I see in my mind. Since the car accident and Lucy’s death I kind of just switched off, living my life in static. I remember driving down the bypass. Lucy sat next to me, the late afternoon sunlight(more)
borrowed
Teddy ‘Tough man’ Lawson was in the fourth round of the WBA welterweight title fight. His opponent had just struck him with a fierce left hook to the temple. Teddy swayed and went down for the count. The referee could be heard far away:
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boxing | surreal
an ounce
An ounce was all it ever took
Then the drugs held me with their hook.

As a child this life began
They robbed my innocence; made me a man.
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poem
strange attraction
Time apart, time gained
things are different, somehow the same.
My eyes see what once was;
all this time, all this time
chasing stars without a cause.
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poetry
harpoon
I dive under the surface all thoughts forgotten. I am pure, harmonious, determined. My mind fixed with singularity. I am now a hunter. I dive further down, a flash of silver catching my eye. Adrenaline fills my body. I stalk the fish further into the depths. Instinct takes over(more)
diving | spear fi...
mustard
Peggy had tried almost every diet imaginable. Atkins, maple syrup, caveman, cabbage soup, The list was endless. Her latest fad was the yellow diet. She could only eat things that were yellow; pineapples, egg yolk, yellow peppers, you get the picture.
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satire | diets
stepped out
Louis stepped out of the bar, his head swimming from the drink. What had he been drinking? He thought to himself. Beers, followed by whiskey, then something else, it all become a blur of warm and fuzzy delight. He fumbled in his pocket for a lighter, raised it to(more)
shanty | drinking
torrents
The torrents took over the world in 2030. They did it in less than a month. The Human’s downfall was the internet; worldwide connections to every house in every street, in every capital of the world.

The torrents, as they had become known by the few humans left(more)
science ... | alien
it bites

Custard sat curled in the grass dreaming. He dreamt of all the mice he would catch. He imagined rounding them up one by one, toying with them, teasing them. He would be both prosecutor and persecutor to the timid creatures. In his mind he dealt out their sentences an(more)
cats | mice | story
don't blink
‘Don’t Blink’ said Jessy as I held my funny face, with my tongue out. Jessy blew on my face. ‘Ha’ she said triumphantly, ‘You’ll be stuck like that forever now.’
‘No’ I gasped, feinting ignorance. ‘Are you sure?’ She turned to me, the sunshine illuminating her long blonde hair.(more)
romance
bring me alive
Alfonse lay still on his side. He felt tired and alone. They had buried Jen last week, but still he was not use to the empty portion of the bed. He closed his eyes and slowly cried himself to sleep willing Jen to be back where she belonged. (more)
fantasy | horror
dangerously close
Mick don’t care. Mick don’t walk. Mick don’t talk. Rig a jig, let the bull chime run. Whiskey for my Johnny. Mick came in riding on a donkey. Sick of salt and sea water.

Pulling into port for one last time. He’d come to kill and now was(more)
sea | pirates | adventur...