This was my entry to the short story competition. The version below is the original un-edited version - it had to be trimmed quite a bit to make it fit the word count. I think, perhaps, the trimming went a little too far. Congrats to whomever it is that wrote The Myth of Generations on your win. Cherry Blossom Girl There’s a veil draped over the morning, it drifts across his face like the steam rising from the coffee. He loves this time of day when the house ...
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GOODBYE, SO LONG AND EAT YOUR BLOODY PEANUTS Trying to make sense of the universe serves only to illustrate the fact that the universe makes no sense at all. This is the story of Kevin, the cousin of ‘Bob’ who was a famous piece of paper that saved the universe in way that will never be told in a manner that can be quite understood at all by anyone that has at least a common sense the size of a peanut. (Or perhaps a different, similarly sized nut, if one is ...
Updated 08-16-2009 at 04:11 PM by AimusSage
Shaded Reflection A semblance play of myself this shadow sprung from the slanted sun, the grey sidelong profile stretched across the grassy stage, leaning aside by leaden rays. Eclipse of my shape that dims the ground, accident of the angular beams conformed by the orient sky, an ornament of the earthen reply, the dusky reflection that opens the void, the double print impalpable. Is this ...
Her ankles move like tufts of string, a rhythm unravels in the smooth skipping of her feet. The dress defies its frame of threads, a gown painted, chromatic shards drip beauty like a morning petal. And her fingers dissolve the colors, sweep each ray in curling waves across the darkened pupil of night.
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