Stories Told to be Forgotten Part V: A Ghost Caught in the Wind

The maze of drunken perceptions had led him to the only place familiar to such a shadowed mind. He recalled little except drowning each word that rose from out his throat with alcohol. No matter, it was not as if they didn’t echoed in his head the same – Elle, why? He had made the [...]

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Stories Told to be Forgotten IV: Fool’s Gold

He had lost her again. Not that he had ever had her, or known her, beyond some name – which was probably little more than syllables used to disguise. Elle, what sort of name was that? Clearly a fake name, a pseudonym, to hide some life she tried to escape from; little more than a [...]

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Stories Told to Be Forgotten: Part III – On Mythology

The unfurling sky known only as ‘Elle’ hung over the world of things briefly as her once vertical body had become a horizontal mirror to their reality. The hanging white sky had patch work clouds made of shadows mocking the objects around the room on her back. The distant and unknown mockeries of real things [...]

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Stories Told to be Forgotten: Part II – The Sky is not Alone

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. In… From underneath the horizon a hand latches onto the nape of her neck. Her breathing is cut short by the emergence of another body. The life giving in and out, the gentle airy wind, now filters through another mouth. Again silence lays heavily on the world of things below the [...]

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Skies over Babylon

Even during dawn the sky was not light enough to see clearly. Instead it merely altered its countenance into that of a blood-covered slab of iron. The entire sky was the mouth to a mighty blast furnace that forged and smelted the ore of human flesh. The only haven against the fire-tongued slab was the [...]

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Enigma of the Art

  I begrudgingly accept the importance of the backspace button. Every word erased is a truth silenced. I am guilty. A holocaust of the free flowing ideas that spring anew from my splitting skull. A part of me wonders whether my mind will be able to pull all of these memories from there prison buried [...]

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In the Night

  One instant, one action, with an echo of divine anaphora. One word to fill her ear: “God… God… God”. She was in the silence between them. He was a simple sentence. One line, one image, one word. She understood him. The backyard garden was a women’s silken dress that clumped in the center at [...]

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