Tag Archives: death

Price of Tomorrow

I’m dying. Excuse me? I’m dying. What do you mean? What do you mean ‘what do you mean’? I mean, this thing I’m doing now, couple months time, I won’t be doing it anymore. I don’t- why? What happened? Fuck … Continue reading

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Bodies

Dead men. Dozens of the them litter the street, eyes hollow like the blackened core of rotten trees. Some still twitch others, fester quietly in the wet chaos of the road, oblivious to the mounds of traffic racing past them … Continue reading

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Book Review: The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America’s Shining Women by Kate Moore

When a loved one dies there is always some(or one) among the grief stricken who are left with the task of writing an obituary. There are people at the paper, at the memorials, who can help, but the burden still … Continue reading

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Flashback: The Day The Gods Left

Preamble (again): Some part of me enjoyed the embarrassment of revisiting old things. So I’m posting another one of the self-contained stories while Gaiman’s book rings in my soul and makes sharing these old, imperfect children seem harmless, almost fun. … Continue reading

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Ruminations #5

I always found it strange that an orgasm to be rather strangely named with the French “La petite mort”. The little death? Really? Not to gross anyone out here, we’re all adults, I have a kid, so I’ve sex at … Continue reading

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Untitled Short Story (Excerpt)

It was 7am and they were eating breakfast. Cheerios if you care. It’s not important, but maybe you’re the type of person who inexplicably links favorite foods to stores of empathy, I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to … Continue reading

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Jump

Petrified baggage. Old as time and about as compelling as a roadkill soap opera. Doesn’t help you cant get rid of it. Doesn’t hurt to try until you find out it’s you with the dishwater. Ah, well, no use in … Continue reading

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