March 2010
6 posts
False Solitude
They call me Palmer. Or that is what they used to call me. But that was a long time ago. Now there is no one left. No one. They warned me. They warned me that this would happen, and now it has. I am all alone. There is no one left. This all began a long time ago; back when I was just a small child. I spent the first 16 years of my mournful existence in a small town in Iowa named Chalmersville. It...
Mar 1st
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Spero
“The tests came back positive.” His heart dropped as the doctor’s words reverberated inside his head. Positive. Positive. He was crushed. As he looked around the room, his eyes finally rested on his wife’s. The eyes of the patient. The eyes of the victim. Eyes that were quickly moistening. “We found a malignant lump on the left breast. I’m not sure how it wasn’t...
Mar 1st
Harlot
Hot breath kisses my neck Once it caused euphoria Once it pleased me Now it disgusts me The things that you are That you have become are wretched to me I’ve seen what goes Inside your filthy mouth And I don’t want that To be anywhere near me You made me happy You used to pleasure me Now just move on To your next stringed puppet Rip their heart out, too Hold it beating in...
Mar 1st
Temptation
“I don’t have a problem! I can quit anytime I want!” The intervention is failing. My mother knows it. My sister knows it. The hired mediator knows it. It is failing miserably. Even I know it as I squirm in the hot seat as my mother and other family members bitch to me about how I am a supposed addict. “You have a problem!!” sobs my heartbroken mother. “No, you have the problem! Just leave me...
Mar 1st
Tired of Running
I cannot run anymore. My legs feel like gelatin and yet at the same time they seem leaden. But I cannot let them catch me. I will not let them catch me. No, I refuse to be captured. But I know that it will not be long now before they come to me. I am not a fast runner, nor am I a good evader. The torture of this hunt will soon be over. I cannot last much longer. ...
Mar 1st
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The Fear of Fear
Glen McDermit lived his entire life in fear, fear of death and even more than death, fear of hell. He lived so much in fear of these two things that he refused to live. He spent his entire life afraid to do anything; for fear that he may perish in the process, and so he has mostly stayed alone in his house, quietly observing the many horrific things that went on in his world. This was true for 37...
Mar 1st
Justice
He dragged his feet as he slowly approached his inescapable doom. He didn’t know exactly what would be the outcome of that day, but he knew he didn’t want it. As he approached the gates to the entrance of the school, he was afraid. The fear welled up inside of him. Earlier that morning he begged his mother not to make him go. He cried. She wouldn’t listen, and she made him go. Though he knew it...
Mar 1st
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Bobby and Liz
I didn’t know what to think. As I saw her pull into a parking spot, I didn’t really feel anything. Weird. But I knew that I still had to go talk to her, so I got out of my car, and met her in the middle of the parking lot where we walked into the Starbuck’s together, hand in hand, like it was the old days. As we walked we didn’t talk much, we didn’t really talk much at all by that time. We moved...
Mar 1st
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