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[25 Nov 2009|06:10pm] bast2 Suicide Flight The bird, all his life, had known the cage. Suspicious of the open door, he hesitated, then joined the member of his "flock" on the sill. Together they jumped, soared high on the air and freedom; until at last she fell and he, with a bit of blood on his wing, escaped. ???

Rape [25 Nov 2009|12:30pm] symmetrian I'm drunk for the first time, drowning in a euphoria submerged in nausea. He's too close - too big, looming. I can't see his hands; I fear I can feel them: urgent, eager, the sensation sickly. His overripe breath haunts me as I panic, wishing he - or I - did not exist. ???

truth [23 Nov 2009|10:21pm] greermcgill Dominic didn’t want me to walk home; even though I was older now, he shook his head. “You crazy? You get lost on the island. I’m not leaving you here. Get in.” The thing is, I don’t really get lost on Nantucket. I just don’t always come home right away. ???

alibi [23 Nov 2009|10:13pm] greermcgill I am not good at words. Words are slippery. Dangerous. All you’re trying to do is answer a question like “How are you?” or “Who did this?” and all of a sudden your teachers or your parents are picking at specific words and changing the meaning of what you’re saying. ???

"reasons why ... groups go dead" [23 Nov 2009|12:58am] zombiedisco101 1) Bob Johnson, his 97 LiveJournal aliases, and "Spooky" -- the one-finned goldfish Bob got at Blister's House Of Dreams the night he and Alice Mae split the linens -- finally moved to Hartford. 2) Everyone misses Bob. "Bye Bob." "Gee, we really miss you." "Don't forget the photos of your underwear." 20091123 00:47 Mon (50 words) 1 blurb ???

[22 Nov 2009|12:48pm] yikko "those three words did it," he mumbles as he walks past a group of cackling twenty-somethings. "just a quick glance across a dim lit room-" the snow is pluming down now, like the negative of ink in water. the cold runs through him. "I don't feel anything at all, really." PS- wow, this group is pretty dead now. 1 blurb ???

Negative Space [30 Oct 2009|04:43pm] symmetrian We watch our shadows meld in half-light, the contours of recognizable shapes fusing into mangled, impossible geometries as we rise up and crash together like waves against a shipwrecked shore. We grasp for meaning within the umbral dance, each susurrus and whimper posing empty questions to the endless monochrome. 2 blurbs ???

the bitch [25 Oct 2009|11:46am] dinahprincedaly  She was supposed to be just what we needed, someone we admired told us so, and we believed she would be, she evidently thought so, besides, she was our only option, lamentably when it became apparent she was exactly wrong, it was too late, we were leaking gristle and sinew   ???

I'm rusty - forgive me. [25 Oct 2009|01:40am] 103251 I dyed my hair the same shade as hers. I’ve stopped wearing my favorite perfume. No eye contact, no looking back. Taboo they say, they look down on me. A married man who wants me – who am I to deny? Ain’t nobody can seduce a man like little ol’ me. ???

Only Mine [17 Oct 2009|10:33am] avatar_fan “I want you,” he whispered into my ear as I lay upon his chest.   “Hmm?” I’m unsure if what I heard was real, terrified to learn the truth.   “I want all of you,” his arms tightened around me. “I want you to be mine. Only mine.”   Dread makes me silent. ???

something sweet [14 Oct 2009|01:43pm] brytning “You’ll love it,” she said, setting the perfectly square dessert in front of me. I eagerly dug in with my dinner fork. “Mmm,” I agreed, swallowing. “What is it?” “‘Better Than Sex’ chocolate cake. The best cake ever.” “I’ve had better cake,” I said, “but I haven’t had better sex.” 2 blurbs ???

I Should Have Known It Couldn't Last [11 Oct 2009|10:37pm] gingie1223 We’re sitting on the fifth floor of the library’s fire escape watching planes land. It’s cold and I’m shivering and you’re holding my hand for the first sweet time. I confess that it’s the landing part that terrifies me. You tell me that it’s your favorite feeling in the world. ???

Migraine [02 Oct 2009|07:25pm] symmetrian The doctor traces patches of light on a field of glossy black, my internal topography evident in contrast and contours with the skull and spine in stark relief. There's an anomaly, he says: a tooth embedded just below my scalp, grisly evidence of womb-bound siblicide - a headstone of foreign bone. 2 blurbs ???

We used to be best friends... [28 Sep 2009|01:41am] bucklemy_shoe I hope this is allowed! This is a picture of the story, so I put it behind a cut ( The Vagueness of Long Distance ) ???

Trip to the Zoo [10 Sep 2009|10:56pm] symmetrian Now children, this animal is fascinating. See the way it stares at us through the glass? Such defiant eyes. See the way it paces, its coarse and challenging demeanor? Unfortunate that so few of them are left. I'm sure the human male was truly something to behold, in its time. 5 blurbs ???

What I did in my holidays [07 Sep 2009|11:58pm] dynix Shoving the final safety pin into a glittering sari and letting the fabric drape fetchingly over one shoulder, Jaya turns, smiles politely at her cousin.  Exits the room, the older girl eyeing the discarded tank and shorts, the t-bar piercing left neatly on the dresser. Not quite inaudible: "Fucking tourist." ???

[07 Sep 2009|03:03pm] loaswearargyle He hovered near an erroneous fate, toying with a flawed death. The dangerous process had spiraled out of control long before the haphazard structure incorporated him into its design. He saw that the shores of oblivion make fine postcards until the tide surges forward, a chariot drawn by the Moon. ???

break-up song [05 Sep 2009|10:03am] brytning The week he left me, I sobbed my eyes out. I forgot to eat for days and made myself violently ill. When I finally ran out of tears, the only thing that looked good was the sugariest breakfast cereal on the shelf. I ate half the box in one sitting. 1 blurb ???

Writer's Block [31 Aug 2009|11:58pm] crevanfox She was a slip of a thing, clad in a guazy white dress, torn and muddy. There were sticks in her hair. She was dirty, gross, and tired and this stupid forest went on forever. How was her human going to finish the novel if his muse was lost in the woods? 5 blurbs ???

up too late an' playin' with photobooth... [27 Aug 2009|02:34am] dynix Earthlings, greetings and felicitations upon your planet, no matter that my cosiblihorts call it the Arse End of the Universe - for it is the only place whereupon a beingentity can purchase safety pins! I now have enough to pin many things! Safely! However I am now strandedstuck here. Meep! 7 blurbs ???

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