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Centurion

“You’d have better luck sneaking in and out of the Labyrinth,” Gregor says in his imperious tone. I shift into a less uncomfortable crouch and look up at him. “I’d have better luck if you’d help instead of chastising me with fairy stories.” “Fa-” he begins with a stammer, “fa-fairy stories?! The Labyrinth is a […]

Waking Nightmares

In a shrinking space, going inward, in reverse. Give me those bright lights. Take away the wealth of joy. Grind into the ground until the dirt is under my nails and in my teeth. Put the leather whip around my neck and pull me into the stratosphere and lights lit by citrus. Take the pulse […]

Truganini Returns

Thoughts of lust flow like water and blood winks and slaps against the tide. I can’t even out what or weather patterns are signs of stability and instability. The paradox of instability and stability. Experience is split so that is can exist. Everything is the same as nothing. Aum. I breathe deep, close my eyes, […]

Found Ruby Virchow

Favors for Mimeogiraffe

He’s making me sound desperate. I protest. “It’s not that big of a deal.” John August smokes dried leaves of some plant. It’s weird because we’re inside. His club. His rules. He’s good with loopholes, and the latest fad is more rules, which just gives him more to knit with. He blows the smoke out […]

Aemilia comes to visit

It’s a hot day and I can tell the door security is failing because there’s a knock at the door. A minion. Earlier than I expected. Strong knock and precise fibonacci pattern that says it’s Aemilia. I don’t let her in, but she comes in anyway like the door wasn’t locked, looking tall, dark, handsome, […]

Bus Stop Banshee

My heart is pounding, a chill crawls up my spine too slowly, and it’s getting to be unbearable now. Take some deep breaths. That’s it. I thought I was going to lose my lunch in the middle of the sidewalk. I’m sure worse things have happened to it. The wave passes. They’re getting worse. I […]

A Demonic Scream

A piercing baby scream sliced through the nice sky, a primal voice cut through my skull like a blade. Not a baby overwrought by a stimulating world, but one in terrible pain. Can’t think. Damn that hurts. It has to be a human being reborn. Some poor child gave up on You. My stomach churned, […]