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Master of RavensMaster of Ravens
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of
+My little AngelWhy are you crying my little Angel?
Are you crying after these who died just like you?
Are you crying to bring them happiness
Which they have been craving for so long?
Why are your wings so wounded?
Who bruised them so much?
Were they these you wanted to save so much?
My little Angel...
They hurt you so much
And now you are sitting before Heaven's door
With broken wings...
Others angels didn't let you in...
The hung the sign up on the door
With one word on it:
God Is Dead
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed co
flesh puzzlesIn the beginning it was enough. Id be wide-eyed, quietly watching her through the windows. Limbs and torso like a slender tree; bowing in wind and always shooting up toward the sun. Shed wear summer skin in the middle of winter with freckles spoiling her shoulders and cheekbones. Her birthmark was a dull red stain at her collarbone and she had a mole beneath her left breast. She was thirteen and I thirty, but my, oh my, did I ache to see her insides.
The house next door they called the sea house because it was two stories of cerulean blue. Through my bedroom window I could see naught but an empty bedroom. But late September the P
Yes, hello again.
I'm sorry, my memory fails me. Which one are you?
Well, I was Martin Fry.
I'm sorry, those records are terminated. What's your number?
No, no, not your queue number. Your executive number, the eight-digits.
You expect me to remember that?
Well, it is within the seven plus-minus two limit, which you should achieve if you've reached up to level one. Or, are you the reincarnation?
Yeah, that's right. That's what I wanted to discuss with you.
Did you miss your stop?
I only sent you off a few hours ago.
three letters to hadesI.
This is how I want to die:
I will have sent letters to the few in my life - a cascade of leaves with veins very much like my own. It is an injustice that they depart with such colourful splendor, while we lay limp in our anemic pallor, dull slabs of marble flesh. I will have lain down my body and tools beside that which is my greatest work, in marriage to what I shall become. The doors will be locked, a fire at the threshold, and mortality set in my heart. The décor, I leave, up to you.
A few odd decades have passed, and I mean no offense when I say I am taken by the joys of this absurd existence. Even so, I under
the rest of god's name"She misses you, you know, Jimmy."
"Yeah. I know."
There's a pause. He cradles the side of his face with square fingers, adult pound hands.
"It's in her sleep, too. She murmurs in the night. Sometimes it it rises to screams"
The hesitation rests on his lips. He licks it off, his tongue like a suspicious fish.
"Do you ever think"
"Go away, David."
"that maybe if you had stopped, she would still be oh - okay, and you wouldn't have to"
"I said go away."
"I mean this can't be living, not cowering, not like this"
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometime
Unfinal SolutionJim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obs
SuicideWhen life gets tough,
You get your knife.
When life just sucks,
You take your life.
When you have problems,
When no one cares.
The scars on your arms.
All the stares.
The blade of the knife
Held up to your wrist.
The blood leaking out.
Your hand in a fist.
There is no pain.
You do not start.
To the pain in your heart.
If you're in the mood
You might get artistic.
Carve a morbid message
"I am sadistic."
"Screw the world"
Most don't understand
What it's like to suffer.
"There are people in the world worse off than you."
Do you care?
Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme
I see you've come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
please let me sleep
to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
how i wonder why i'm here..
they never quite doMara made pictures without a thousand words, without sounds or touches; Mara made pictures with a whisper, when she least wanted to, much to her chagrin. They hung thick on her walls; faces frozen, eyes wide at Maras word.
Mara was thinner than she seemed, taking steps towards the bright light a
A Crab Eyeing A Tourist
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
A chair scraped across a vinyl floor and made an embarrassing sound.
"My name is Alex and I have a problem."
Someone waved their hands. "Does this problem involve an actual child actually being raped?"
Alex thought about this. "No," he decided.
"Then continue," the group leader said, bowing her head.
"But this child who was definitely not raped, and not by me, his name was Thomas."
All around the circle, a gentle ripple of applause broke out.
"Thank you, Alex," smiled the group leader, "that was very brave. You can sit down."
Alex sat, being careful
Stanley Meets His Maker pt. 1
Stanley sat in his shed, listening to the ambience that surrounded his allotment. There was nothing to be heard but the chickens complaining and the vegetables growing.
He wished he had a fridge in his shed, because he didn’t like long life milk. He stirred his tea thoughtfully. He wished he had a TV, too.
Stanley finished stirring because his arthritis began to hurt.
Life had been good to him, he reflected. He’d been blessed with seventy nine years of life thus far, although he currently wasn't that pleased about it.
A voice said behind him, “Hello.”
Stanley sipped at his tea.
“Erm, excuse me,”
Danger Pay In Zero Gravity Ch4
As McCaine and Nick walked out, the second policeman they'd met came marching towards them.
"What's going on? Is the prisoner dead?"
"He's not dead, he's not a prisoner and his name is Steven," said McCaine. She was not going to be spoken to like that by a police officer, especially in front of all the other police officers. "You are to escort the actual prisoner, who is outside, to the SIO's temporary headquarters on the moon."
McCaine, who realised she hadn't done this sort of thing in a while, said to the office as a whole, "Well done, officers. You did a great job today and you may have saved Earth!"
The officers look p
Danger Pay In Zero Gravity Ch5
The owner laughed uncertainly while McCaine cut his ties and loosened the strap around him.
"Oh, thank you, thank you," he said, gushing praise and, McCaine hoped, nothing else.
He ran into the toilets, which McCaine had yet to have the pleasure of using.
She waited around on the sofa, rolling her head around. It certainly had been a stressful few days. She was looking forward to a holiday in Spain, Earth's primary holiday location, with the entire coastline one long, gorgeous beach, after extensive groundwork to make it so.
Much of the sea water was artificially heated, too, so even if the weather was bad, you could warm up in the
Danger Pay In Zero Gravity Ch3
It was 9am when Nick rose, which was early for Nick but not very on-time for work. He showered and dressed quickly and knocked on McCaine's door. She did not answer.
Nick assumed she had gone for breakfast, so he walked down stairs, through the lobby and into the restaurant, looking for McCaine. When he couldn't find her, he began to get a little worried, so he grabbed some toast and ran back upstairs.
"McCaine? Are you in there? Hello? Are you okay?"
"Urghhhh," came the reply, as the door clicked open. Nick saw McCaine shuffle back into bed. "These pills... they suck..." she groaned.
"To be fair, you do have radiation sickness. Yo
Danger Pay In Zero Gravity Ch2
Nick woke to the sound of McCaine banging on his door.
"Come on!" she shouted, "Get up!"
Forgetting he was on the Moon, Nick leapt out of bed and crashed straight into the ceiling.
"Stop jumping around and let me in," McCaine called through the door.
Nursing a sore head, shoulder and arm, Nick opened the door. He had slept in his clothes because he had been quite tired and he generally liked being able to leap out of bed at a moment's notice. Nick checked the time.
"It's seven in the morning," he protested, in the vague hope that McCaine would realise she'd made a mistake and leave him alone.
"I know," she said, "I couldn't sl
Danger Pay In Zero Gravity Ch1
Nick adjusted his tie. It was a little bit weird wearing one, since he hadn't for a while. He had, infact, bought a tie especially for his new job, since it was important to make first impressions, especially when you were working for the Global Union Special Intelligence Office.
He looked up at the SIO's giant headquarters, a towering structure of glass and steel. It reflected the clouds above and made him feel dizzy.
“Okay, can all the people here for the induction proceed through this door and through the security check? This way, this way please.”
Nick shuffled along through the unglamorous side door, along with all t
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