Literature Category

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October 24, 2023

Long Distance Runaround

I pulled off the road and into a deserted gas station, scanning the empty road ahead of me before making the decision. I'd been playing the radio loud, not really listening, but enjoying the distraction that it provided. I let…...
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October 6, 2023

Johnny Bones

It began simply enough. That time of year arrived when the Halloween decorations were put out, and for the first time in ages I found myself paying them attention. I never decorated, in fact I never really celebrate any holidays,…...
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October 3, 2023

Bird’s Eye

Instructions found in an envelope containing an unmarked DVD: Watch immediately. The images you will see are of a disturbing nature. Do your best to remain calm. "So… you've watched the video?" I inquired. "I have not." "Do you think…...
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September 28, 2023

Wrong Turn

Tires squealed ahead of me, drawing my attention to the black sedan barreling toward me. I narrowly avoided the collision, meeting the damp pavement with my ribs first. I laid there, gasping, paralyzed- the metallic taste of blood on my…...
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September 16, 2023

Trust, Love, and Respect.

People who tell the truth gain three things: trust, love, and respect. In a world often characterized by masks and pretenses, the value of honesty shines bright. People who tell the truth are often the ones who gain the most…...
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September 1, 2023

(in)human form

I gaze at the wooden box, runes glinting in the moonlight beside his bed, waiting until I am sure he sleeps. I feel his breathing rise and then gently hitch, this is how I know that it is time. I…...
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July 30, 2023

Lessons

  Fable: DON’T ARGUE WITH DONKEYS   The donkey said to the tiger:   – “The grass is blue”.   The tiger replied:   – “No, the grass is green.”   The discussion heated up, and the two decided to…...
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July 13, 2023

Bon Voyage

"So… tell me about the nightmares this week." The way she says it isn't quite a question or an order, her tone somewhere between a measured sympathy and forced professionalism. They must teach that in therapist school, that detached neutrality…...
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June 22, 2023

Cubism

I am always most content at this stage of the project. Gleaming white, spotless. I stand at the center of a perfectly empty room, a perfectly proportioned cube, two doors on opposing sides. I sigh deeply, soaking in the pure…...
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May 29, 2023

Nothing Grows Here [Part 1}

"Nothing ever grows here." This was a sentiment my father expressed often, referring to a particular plot on the east side of our property, murmuring the words bitterly. No matter what crops he planted there, no matter the attention he…...
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May 9, 2023

Waking Life

Waking life is the result of lingering dreams I pondered the meaning of the nonsensical banner above me, internally scoffing. Pretentious drivel, I figured. A decoration for the host of this ostensibly charitable event to display in their parlor to…...
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April 14, 2023

For Jewelry, My Teeth

In lieu of jewelry, you may borrow my teeth. Sharp and simple stones, strung Along a ribbon of pink gums; warmed inside My mouth—that hearth which knows your shiver And your drowsy drunken sigh. Wear them as you would my…...
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April 11, 2023

Breaking Character

"Yes, and…" ​ Not ​ "No, but…" ​ That's the first rule of improv: Keep the scene going. ​ The second rule of improv is you never question the third rule of improv. The third rule of improv is you…...
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April 5, 2023

My start. Welcome home.

I just recently joined this app just to share my thoughts on the ARG welcome home.   If you couldn’t tell by my profile picture, I think its great LOL. I have some theories as well as things I noticed…...
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March 18, 2023

You saw the wrong me.

Sometimes I get emotional over fonts. The curl of a lowercase g that reminds me of your curves. The flirty flick of a serif like those cat-eyes you spent so long perfecting. Sometimes I stare at something utilitarian—Helvetica, Arial—and I…...
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March 16, 2023

Disembodied

The boys who found the man's head weren't too afraid of it. It was just lying there in the forest by the stream they had been swimming in, staring blankly up at the sky. It must have been freshly lopped,…...
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March 6, 2023

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS! Wellerism: magazine of speculatives and shenanigans

Hello there, everything! I hate to announce that the 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 Wellerism: 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗲 of speculatives and shenanigans 𝗶𝘀 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡! If you’re a writer or such, maybe I’m excited to see your musings, etc. Language: Filipino, English, Taglish,…...
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February 24, 2023

Fox Secret

Look, how it goes! I have accidentally lost the papers you gave me the day before yesterday. Where were the tips that we pointed out so that everything went well And now we’re on our way to the border.  …...
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February 23, 2023

He’s not our fucking son.

PART 2: There is the end of alive. There is the beginning of dead. In the middle there is Nameis. There is me. And Music. — We didn’t want him to hear, so we told him to play his music…...
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February 22, 2023

He’s not our son. [Final]

There is the end of alive. There is the beginning of dead. In the middle there is Nameis. There is me. And Music. — We didn’t want him to hear, so we told him to play his music loud. It…...