Summer’s Cypris
Sun shimmered golden-crest hair cascading like water down an endless crystal brook; twisting, contorting, tracing the divine curves of Aphrodite like a sculptor forging alabaster beauty and life: Every step […]
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Sun shimmered golden-crest hair cascading like water down an endless crystal brook; twisting, contorting, tracing the divine curves of Aphrodite like a sculptor forging alabaster beauty and life: Every step […]
A smile escapes from her lips, slithering across her face like a red bourbon river. Her hands quiver with the excruciating pleasure of “I shouldn’t do this,” leaving behind his pleading whispers of “please don’t […]
I remember, when I was young, holding a beer to my lips and tasting the bitter, bubbly glass. It was cold and hurt my teeth. Sam Adams, my father told […]
They say the dead can’t walk, but I’m watching you move right now. I’m watching as the bump on your head spreads from your frontal lobe, down your spinal cord, […]
Ending words – A: Plastic B: Cloth C: Blue D: Eternity E: Alone F: Memory. Form – abcdef, faebdc, cfdabe, ecbfad, deacfb, bdfeca, be/dc/fa (with each letter corresponding to the word ending […]
I went to the supermarket yesterday to buy some chicken. It was cold in the frozen food aisle, so I asked the man next to me for his jacket. He […]
(Warning: Shitty, unfinished surrealism ahead.) I had to stop at 7-Eleven to get a drink, so I pulled over and parked outside. The lime green light of the sign flickered […]
(Warning: Surrealism ahead.) It’s 3:24 AM and the sun has long since set. I’m tired and I want to go to sleep, but there’s a riot outside. People are throwing […]
I had an orange yesterday—or at least I think it was an orange. When I peeled it, it was green, which isn’t orange, but I still think it was an […]
Poetic, edited version: I may well be an alcoholic. How do you know if you’re an alcoholic? Do your friends tell you? Do you stop having friends? Do you just […]
Last call echoes through the air, a parade empties into the street. First passes a marching band, walking in step through the February air, humming and clanking glass bottles in […]