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He knew it. Sensed it. A dreadful feeling shot up to his mind just a moment before she spoke. It was over. Her husband knew. He had to hide. |
As she left, the sun broke through and hope sprung up like an explosion. She had tried for a scholarship and got none, but she went anyway. |
The poison cut deep rivulets in her flesh, her blood caught fire and
her heart slowed. Soon she would be dead. |
When watching, it's important not to look too closely. The devil is in the details, but the demons are in the semantics. |
Left, Right, Left, Right. My footsteps echo in the prison hall. I've had my last meal and now take that infamous walk to my certain death. |
Poison grips my heart as explosion bursts from my loins. Whore-assassin shadow-smiles atop me. In the deep night heat, ravens cackle. |
History and love are made by those who show up. |
Half a million refugees packed into tents. Stories so harrowing he had run out of tears. These people had witnessed humanity's darkest side. |
Sitting in silence, a creepy low moan of the switch and a whirring sound of the cold a/c tingles the nerves of her arm hairs, causing bumps. |
"TIMES UP!" was the last thing I read on the L.E.D screen. Gone were
the green, blue and red wires. Gone were my stylish pink wire cutters. |
Another jump and she lands in the year 3050, wastelands. Not nuclear, but global warming. Prediction correct. She swallows the cyanide. |
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The test-givers made an exception for her lateness because of the bruises, but the scorers never saw her face. She failed without bias. |
" The Cage" / "When she squawks, I just cover her eyes," he said, fingering the maroon tie with white checks. |
Hello. Goodbye. And just like that she walked out and slammed the door behind her. He took a long drag of his cigarette before smirking. |
"I love you. Where are your socks?" "Second drawer down." |
He drunkenly laughs at the steaming stream of sticky piss painting the stairwell at 3am. I snap the blinds. I hate this fucking apartment. |
Learning to whistle at 8 years old was the first time she realized the possibility of making something beautiful from nothing but herself. |
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There were complications. The surgery ended in a steady rhythm but he'd always heard the beat of a different drum. The melody flatlined. |
