Literature Category

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February 4, 2023

The Sentinel of Sutton Lane [The Haunted Playground Challenge]

At the corner of the playground at the end of Sutton Lane at a place too high for anyone to reach, there is a camera atop a pole. The pole is nothing special—hollow galvanized steel, wide enough for cables inside.…...
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January 24, 2023

Now me without

I, spread thin as beggar’s butter Around the spaces of a hollow home A cup of coffee, keys, a needle, a beer Not one is where it ought to be And each appears to me unknown Wayfinders cairns for some…...
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January 22, 2023

YUMMY!!!

Standing in the middle of the city, jingling coins in my pocket, I stared longingly at the vending machine in front of me. The sounds of traffic and chatter had dulled out to the screams of my stomach, and my…...
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January 22, 2023

Odd One Out

Despite my frozen toes, there was a warm feeling inside my heart as the five of us trudged our way back to the cabin. We didn't get to spend as much time together since life had taken us our separate…...
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January 20, 2023

What’s Done Is Done

"You must never go looking" Mother had told me, making sure to point the kitchen knife at my face as she spoke, "What's done is done. What will be will be. And that is the way that it must be."…...
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January 19, 2023

Lemons

“Why would you make a weapon that could destroy the universe?” “Pfff. You don’t understand humanity at all, Gzzmord.” “You’re not going to press that button are you?” “I don’t know. It says DON’T PRESS, but I’m not gonna let…...
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January 18, 2023

Your body like coffee

Season after season I dress my coffee as you are to me, undressed A pale and simple constant through my winter Every dulcet grain essential To swell the warmth To equal you In spring, I savor whispers of the subtle…...
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January 17, 2023

Shutterbug

Stalwart conifers of Lappland Quiet keepers of the breath of— Click Gem sea, endless eye-blue sky What meridian of lovers’ flesh could— Click This is where we died, exalted tillage Of our futile pain, our anguish and our— Click They…...
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January 14, 2023

Womb of Silence, Fecund Dread

Womb of silence, fecund dread Wrapped tightly round the blossom of her eyes A moth wing heartbeat stolen from her bed A ruby ribbon hung about her thighs Buried, all the window panes Graying bedclothes worn to death Tittering architecture…...
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January 13, 2023

Inevitable

It began with the birds. ​ They were found by a group of children playing near a patch of woods at the edge of our village. Can you imagine being somewhere between five to ten years old and stumbling upon…...
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January 13, 2023

In the Quiet, In the Dark

There’s a texture to blood unlike the other fluids that slide down the walls of Bunker-31. A stickiness as it coagulates. The grease is slippery, the mold slimy, the water thin. Blood alone sticks, clings to your fingers, reaches for…...
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January 11, 2023

Static

I am almost certain I hear my name whispered in my ear before the strobing light penetrates my closed eyelids. I open them, confronted by a television broadcasting static. Panic sets in the moment I realize that I don't recognize…...
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January 11, 2023

Bad Words

Her voice was sweet except for when she swore. HELL. FUCK. SHIT. CUNT. Loud words. Words for meetings with teachers, for patronizing warnings and quiet speeches on the car ride home. “We do not use that kind of language, young…...
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January 4, 2023

Thaw

Those who bear the bitter bite of a dark, northern winter may know of the voices the season brings. On the many dismal, frigid nights where the wind threatens to take the door from its hinges and you can never…...
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December 31, 2022

Tony Borassca’s Neapolitan Bistro

Okay. I know what you’re thinking. Borassca? But isn’t that— YES. A name synonymous with fine Italian dining. An intimate setting. Candles galore. Rustic elegance. Frescoes of classy naked broads galavanting amidst a panoply of happy sagging vines and white…...
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December 28, 2022

Does anyone know about camp phrogging?

Her locket is small, slippery; a thin chain like sewing thread and a clasp for nimble, patient fingers. I could never hope to open any part of it now. My hands shake. I scrub. Delicate little filigree—an anatomical heart—gold and…...
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December 26, 2022

O Little Town of Deathlehem

Amidst the rust-bitten steel and tumbledown concrete, she looked like something otherworldly. Divinely feminine, pretty—a misplaced seraph dressed in sweat and the anemic light of fluorescent bulbs. They hummed and she screamed alone. It wasn’t time. She’d carried her dread…...
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December 18, 2022

The Sleeper

The first thing you become aware of on waking is the disconnect. The delay between thinking and feeling. Between wanting to act and acting. Minor, almost imperceptible but always present. It’s at its worst when waking, when yourself has spent…...
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December 18, 2022

Content

I am content!!!!!!   ​   The option to click this box was surrounded by a strobing rainbow and a generous amount of exclamation points, while the other option wasn’t even highlighted. In fact, you had to scroll pretty far…...
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December 13, 2022

An Erotic Poem

Disarmed of vanity, she holds an errant stroke, Some flawless canvas, primed and thirsting, Slowly whetted by the soft weight of her yoke; An oath of artistry avowed by vandal hands, A weave of muscle, tensing, ravenous And stretched across…...