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On a stick

“What is it?” “What does it look like? It’s a cat’s ear, on a stick.” “Why’s there a cat ear on a stick?” “How the fuck should I know? Maybe it tastes nice, maybe it’s for cleaning your tongue. Maybe … Continue reading

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Warmth

It was a chilly night. Edith lay back and snuggled into the sofa, feet up on the coffee table in front of her. She gazed smiling at a glowing image of a woodblock print displayed on her tablet, Tama River … Continue reading

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Behind the lights

I sit on stage, in the darkness behind the wall of lights. The light blinds me to my audience. I see my lines scrolling down from on high in the darkness behind my eyes, the darkness in my mind.  Chords … Continue reading

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Torment

In a corner, beneath a pile of stained, torn couch cushions, something moved. A leg appeared, clad in striped tights, then another, clad in blue jeans. Some cushions fell away, revealing the mutilated bodies of his children, melded together into … Continue reading

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Spores

Nobody noticed as, tendrils extrorse, the feathery cephalopod floated down in the darkness of the night and rested upon the telephone cables strewn seemingly haphazardly between the buildings in the sleepy Spanish town. Nor did they notice when the centre … Continue reading

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Nanomorph

Something was wrong here. That isolation chamber wasn’t meant to be open for a start, nor was it supposed to be empty. Where the hell was it, and where was everybody else? Why was it so quiet? Vik’s eyes scanned … Continue reading

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Bones of yesteryear

Each year the rains come and the waters spill onto the cracked, dusty earth, washing away withered leaves and twigs in eddies and swirls around the bases of the scarred trees, whose bodies contort and writhe ever upwards in supplication … Continue reading

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