Fiction
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The Inappropriate Architect (2)
She didn’t know where to look the moment she stepped inside Fidel Architect the architect’s glamorous home and its modern mid-century rustic vibe. Her head nearly twisted off. She was stunned by the indoor waterfall and the size of the kitchen and all its shiny toys to cook and clean with. “You really live here?”… Continue reading
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Dinner Plate Behind You (1)
A table of ass juts out from her backside. People call her the Lunch Lady because a person could put their tray of food right up on there, pull up a chair, and eat. She just needs to be still for a spell and not do anything nasty. Shelby Grace works in the pharmacy of… Continue reading
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Vulturic Acid
A committee of vultures Gathered in a place of half-frozen winter grass and crooked black trees Dropping acid in a cemetery Dancing on the dead Skeleton bones beneath the road Seen in moon-green x-rays Rage Against the Machine Seeping up from the hallowed hollows One named Ray Has a distant head Breaks off from the… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 5
Morning cracked open like a hopeful universal egg as the rabbit emerged from under the house. The air was wrapped up in a spring chill. Everything seemed dripping wet. He was no longer inside a can; he broke out and could now unleash himself upon the world. When he stood, he looked more like an… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 4
The men returned to the house early the next morning, cold and unrested. Sarrah was in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee and cooking eggs and bacon. The house was filled with the smell of it, like a greasy café on a busy Sunday morning in a lost western town in Idaho. Sarrah turned… Continue reading
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Mass Hole of Burden
On a train Looking out a window As some other world goes rushing by Then I remember How a coffee shop smells How a hospital smells How one of those old-time Kmart stores smells The popcorn and the floor wax Cheap clothes and plastic Saddened people There’s some metallic kiddie ride outside of the store… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 2
Serena sat on a grassy knoll overlooking a meandering stream of cool water. She smoked a cigarette and thought about life. “Ignorant dullards the lot of them,” she said aloud to herself. She tossed the burning butt into the stream and watched it bob and weave its way to another place and time. “That’s polluting,”… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 1
The strangest thing the Peppercorn family had there on the eating table was the canned rabbit. The label was pink and depicted a small cerulean-blue rabbit frolicking through a field of psychedelic Easter eggs from outer space. There were also two baskets filled to the brim with Easter eggs, colorful, impeccably decorated. It could easily… Continue reading
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Oaf Doomsday
We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the tremors, the heart rushes, the worry, the candy fevers. The daily death of dreams. Cracked crystal balls leaking hopeless futures. The bombs, the broken babies, the bazooka douchebags and their flags and Freedom Fries. An… Continue reading
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The Yellow War
She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately. I suppose you could say it’s my favorite color now. It was green for a long time due to my inebriation for nature. Then it was blue because I like lakes and water and the… Continue reading
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