Monthly Archives: October 2014

2014 #235

Just then or less just then and more when the appointed dreamscape was deep in another indigo shift, both creator and dreamscape had to watch their works blow away and the creator’s crusty eyes flipping open gave the dreamscape no … Continue reading

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2014 #234

Now the shrink the meteors made a ghoul hadn’t spent all this time searching for just that wayward executioner who’d been a mere strangulation student while at the Reaper Academy, majoring in rope, because our ghoul-shrink encountered many a mortal … Continue reading

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2014 #233 (rediscovering the short-story-narrative stuff – practicing with halloween)

It didn’t obstruct the executioner’s joy that he’d recently been a guest on a special televised celebrity hour; got to talk about the trade, about impalement merits, about the brand of earplugs and when and when to use or not … Continue reading

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2014 #232 (forgot how much I enjoy short-story-narrative stuff, and this being halloween…)

So yeah the house was a wreck and that bang-bang at the front kept going bang-bang, not so much louder but maintained a hard loud loudness through the executioner’s entire bang-bang career; he’d been an amateur strangler, was awarded an … Continue reading

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2014 #231

Door didn’t slam. Door shut with a silent slow closure. Didn’t want to have to investigate. Didn’t want to swallow a fact that assumed the increase in cold came from no figment for the bumps bursting up and down the … Continue reading

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2014 #230

the package says it is easy to open – just peel – and that is all we need know though it’s hard to break it to the boys because they’ll deflate for the feel of the planks and the call … Continue reading

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how I know

so I’m on an excuse to walk around the other day, admittedly availing myself of a few clouds which certainly softened the footfalls, because of the recent happening wherein I had the honor of being in a magazine based in … Continue reading

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