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And so together we think about the future like it’s already there. Thing is she’s at the other side of the universe next to ours and we twiddle our thumbs aching for the next run. I’ve come to grow familiar with the pain. You’d know it, like an automatic reflex.…
Leave a commentDamien stared long and hard at the gate to her house. He wanted to douse the place with gas and set it on fire. Fire, how all-consuming it was. He wondered why this was necessary, why pain was necessary, what pain was supposed to teach us except to never ever…
Leave a commentThere must be some sort of balance in this world, he thought. Half of his belongings was about her. Or because of her. The giant whiteboard that took up too much room, the row of little Russian dolls that disappeared into one another, even the orthopedic foam mattress he got…
Leave a commentThis is why I need a place of my own, Stella thought. She sat paralyzed on the sofa while Burney screamed obscenities at the screen. Left 4 Dead. Stella would leave Burney for dead if it came to that. In the kitchen the mother is talking about something or another—the…
Leave a commentHe’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead. Dumas could feel the earth shake underneath him. He looked around at Spectral, everyone else was walking fine. So, he was imagining this. What he wasn’t entirely imagining were the faint trickles of blood escaping with his sweat and tears, the rashes erupting like…
Leave a commentAddiction of the century, if you like. I looked around the top of IBM Plaza–it took some certified ninja moves to get here undetected. I’m not sure if they allowed civilians to hang out here otherwise why isn’t anybody else here? The winds are strong and a welcome respite from…
Leave a commentIn time, his father said, he’ll get it. He developed last among the boys, meaning last among his entire class, no, his entire grade. He didn’t understand numbers, didn’t care for words, didn’t really have any interest in particular. He was just that, a boy. Only he wasn’t an angry…
Leave a commentHe has anger the magnitude of a century wracked with oppression and suppression and hell. He is built just right, not too small not to be taken seriously in a fight, not too large to stand out in this crowd. He is lean but pure muscle, and can theoretically tackle…
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I won’t deny it. 2011 was a terrible, engrossing, heart-breaking, soul-shaking (I hear a song coming), wonderfully challenging year. But we can always choose to make sense of the things that happen to us by…making life lesson lists. So. Here’s what I learned last year: Your mind trumps the universe.…
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