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Another page poisoned with this sweeping malaise... I draw it out in fine lines, like thread on a loom; collect the broken fragments of half-realized dreams and pin them up, splay them, label them like science-class rat organs; plastic, taxidermied ideas that no longer are what they are. I(more)
free-wri... | late-nig... | mosquito...
wistful
I want to reach like morning light through the branches of budding trees. Creep in thin fingers through strands of dew-soaked grass. Slink along the red-bricked walls of city buildings. Linger with the warming motes that dance behind countless panes of glass.
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depressi... | happines... | sadness
impartial
Doesn't exist. So I won't claim to stake my partiality within its bounds. Some days I am an amalgamation of everything I've seen and been, and everyone I've known. But not today. Everything that I am and ever will be is me today.
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free-wri... | depressi... | lhasa de...
because it is
"Seriously, man? How could you not like it?"

"Because it is... without a doubt... the WORST story I have EVER read."

"Whaaat?! Are you SERIOUS? It's AMAZING! What about the part where he's stranded at sea? How could you not be moved by that?"

"Moved??? He(more)
literary... | dialogue | literatu...
seasons
spring

A hot, yellow swarm of light stings the earth and it swells,

Smooth, dark skin breaks out in emerald blisters that fester and teem,

Infected lesions hatch feathered serpents that writhe across the planet like a cold green flame, giving birth, eating their own young,(more)
spring | prose-po... | etc.
pocket change
Every now and then, I toss a few words into this empty, white container. Habitually, like handfuls of loose change pulled from faded denim pockets at the end of a long, weary day.

They're the remnants left over after a series of innumerable mundane exchanges. The remainders o(more)
typetrig... | free wri... | etc.
the introduction
Every few months, I feel the need to dump out my room like a night-stand junk drawer, purging it of everything but the essentials. It gets depressing when I don't keep up with it. Kind of like a graveyard for failed plans and unrealized dreams.
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non-fict... | flash | spring c...
rebuild
I started writing this prompt, and then it fell apart.

First it was a story about an older brother who accidentally crushes his little sister's dollhouse, and then tries in vain to rebuild it; the rubber cement that bonds the shattered plastic panels acting as a thinly-veiled metaphor(more)
meta | brainsto... | writing ...
strongest of all
I don't understand how other people have the confidence to do things. Just existing and coming to grips with all the implications that concept contains is more than I can handle sometimes.

I'm a colony of single-celled microorganisms that cling together out of necessity. I'm an amalgamation of(more)
late-nig... | existent... | river ma...
an offering
Today is one of those Dear God days, the likes of which I haven't had in awhile. Eyes feel wide and gently glazing, soft with the dull shock of who I am and what I've become (and more importantly who I'm not and what I'll never be). Body a(more)
stream o... | existent... | truthine...
sapphire
I tried not to look at the oasis as it grew on the horizon in front of us. Just thinking about the possibility of water made my thirst all the more painful. Instead I kept my eyes down and tried to concentrate on the soft, rhythmic padding of the(more)
fantasy | mytholog... | camels
don't get it
Things I don't get:

How electric eels work,
Why viruses exist,
Why avocados taste so good,
What the universe is and why we're in it. (more)
freewrit... | prose po... | junk
one step closer
One night, after watching Titanic on a rented Blockbuster VHS, Wallace and I decided to write "last goodbye" letters for each other in case, God forbid, one of us died without getting a chance to say goodbye.

It sounds kind of silly, I know. It was a coupl(more)
marriage | divorce | flash
marry me
I watched Mom and Dad's wedding video last night.  I'm having a hard time pairing that bubbly, beautiful young couple with the people they are now.

Is that what life does to you? Does it wither you until you're the person that you used to be in name only?(more)
Dark Doo... | half-fic... | armchair...
far from it
I'm no hero. And like most people who aren't heroes, I realized it too late. All the stories we hear, the ones that stand the test of time, passed down from mouth to mouth over generations; they all tell of great heroes. Those are the people we want to(more)
fantasy | mytholog... | as long ...