Tag: Prose
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Friends in Every Universe?
You ask, “Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” My reaction is instinctive. Of course we are. You’re everything to me. My muse and my other half, as familiar to me as my reflection in a mirror. There’s nobody in this world that I consider myself closer to, nobody who understands me the way…
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Life Cycle
I remember the first time I held you. So tiny, so fragile. Your eyes were wide with unshakable curiosity as you explored your new home for the very first time. You were everything I could’ve ever asked for. I could deal with all the gross things to come, but if that was the price of…
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An Almost Heartbroken Death
This may be what kills me. In that moment Xanus could control nothing but his thoughts and if he could have moved his lips, he would’ve begged for it to not be his last. After everything he’d been through, for this to be the way he died seemed too cruel, but there was nothing…
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Within the Viewfinder
Marie slips the nail of her ring finger beneath the sleeve of her thick woollen jacket, peeling it back to reveal the watch face. Its little hand paces impatient circles around eight forty-five, collecting frantic seconds. She sighs with frustration, shuffling her boots in the snow. He is fifteen minutes late. The newspaper has tasked…
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Poo Man
Poo Man thought he would make a new hat. He had plenty of things to make a hat. He needed a shave too. He had been so involved in his project lately that he was starting to forget to look after himself. Israeli power stations seeped into the afternoon air. The park that Poo Man…
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The Friend
There once was a boy named Craig who was very unfortunate. One of these misfortunes was that his name was Craig, and not something like Daemon, or Link or Zuko (as his fellow classmates were named). Other misfortunes involved said classmates with whom he went to school, and if he were to really pity himself…
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Served
Tonight, I am ethereal, and I glow. With a midnight blue light stretching across my skin, I am an alien. Tonight, you ask for a shot and a cocktail and a cigarette and a resurrection of your soul. And tonight, I am a human-like alien. In a bar, in the rushed streets of nightlife Melbourne.…
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Strawberry Blonde
TW: Pedophilia By Chloe Payne The shit and piss soaked rug burns into my nostril hairs late in the night. It gurgles and splutters lively out of its host — before setting into a burgundy crisp mess on the wooden floor panels. Crimson specs can be seen on an orange left alone. I begin to…
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Teatime
TW for unpleasant eating experience/gagging Harry held his pinky out as he drank, pursing his lips to sip a shy mouthful of tea. He smiled and set the cup down on its saucer, careful not to let it clink. ‘How’d you like it?’ ‘Delightful, madam.’ ‘Try the spaghetti.’ Harry hummed. This moment had happened once…