Snow had a storeroom. But was it good that I went there? Some doors you won’t open until the hurricanes of curiosity make you. Once the protective armor of innocence, soft as it wears, comes off , you won’t race ahead like you used to. I remember soaring the gardens of many birds. They were the first layer. I swung the vines, and climbed every skycraping limb. That was the second layer. I spoke with the tikis and the canaries. I spied out the glittering lands inside. Through gleaming crystal leaves, as the temperature dropped, I devoured with my eyes
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Archives for 751-1000 words
the snowvark
[contact-form][contact-field label=’Name’ type=’name’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Email’ type=’email’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Website’ type=’url’/][contact-field label=’Comment’ type=’textarea’ required=’1’/][/contact-form] Snow had a storeroom. But was it good that I went there? Some doors you won’t open until full hurricanes of curiosity drive you there. Once the soft protective armor of innocence comes off , you won’t race ahead like you once did. I remember soaring the gardens with many birds. They were the first layer. I swung the vines, and climbed the skycraping limbs. That was the second layer. I spoke with the tikis and the canaries. I spied out the glittering lands within. Through gleaming crystal
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Scattered…. Only God Knows Where,
Scattered…….Only God Knows Where. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Time is a vacuum it sucks only in one direction ~~~~~~~~~~Gone! all of those we once knew without warning disappear from our lives, as the years are whisked away. Kids I grew up with never saw them again sure Vietnam got a few others just moved away like me. But I grew up in the projects
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How Would You Make The Call? -plus my (9/11-chronicles.)
/////////////////\\\\\\//////////\\\\\/////////////// /////////////\\\\\\\\\//////////////////\\\\\/////// How Would You Make The Call ©-MFB III-The 9/11 CHRONICLES-2001 It was the window or the 1000’s of degrees of heat melting the nylon stockings to her legs her dress bursting into tiny blue flames and her hair reeking as it crisped beyond any curling iron damage she’d ever known. Sure her dress would blow up and she would look so ridiculous in mid-air but the heat, the God awful heat melting her barrettes to her skull panties like hot glue around her waist molten metal in her brassiere straps “Please God forgive me? she begged as
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The Letter
Kevin Jennings is a nineteen-year-old boy, who just became a man. His mother Kelly, passed away from breast cancer at the young age of forty-two. She was given six months to live, upon diagnosis. Kevin dropped out of college to take care of her. Kelly only managed three and a half months. Kelly was a single mother, but it wasn’t a usual case. Kelly’s loving husband’s name was Jared. They were married for two years before Kevin. Jared and Kevin never met each other. Jared died in the hospital roughly a week after conception due to complications from a head
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Bingo Bango or: Carl the Smoking Unicorn Guide
Tess looked at her hands and then looked at the charred bits of the wall, as parts of the wood paneling hung by splinters from the ceiling and gold embers cooled on the floor below. “What the hell was that?” she asked. “I don’t know,” whispered Max from where he stood, luckily out of the line of fire. “You got mad and then these sparks started flying out of your fingertips. Are you PMS-ing or something?” “Oh, shut up, Max. Of course not,” she grumbled, but stared at her hands again. “I don’t know what’s happening to me!” She didn’t
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THE DEPUTY OF ALLENTOWN
THE DEPUTY OF ALLENTOWN I was resting my old bones, watching from the window when all hell broke loose out on the boardwalk. Now I might be guessing as to what I thought the deputy would do, but I’ve known him for eleven years … once even wore the same badge … so I watched him do just what I thought he would do — I saw him run for cover. HIS GIVEN NAME WAS DAVID. They called him Deputy Dave now, which sounds kind of silly but it’s much better than the nickname he grew up with. Born the runt
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The Jack Attack
Sure it was Halloween, but things like ghosts never scared me before. I just assumed they were nothing more than stories or glitches of the mind. But there it was floating a few feet from me, and the malevolent face carved into it was my own doing. I always felt jack-o-lanterns looked much too child-friendly, so I made mine sinister with jagged rows of teeth, a v-shaped brow, and eyes that appeared to be forever blazing with hatred. The trick-or-treaters had gone home. Most jack-o-lanterns had either been extinguished or went out of their own accord. But not mine. Mine
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