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DeRicki Johnson Oct 19
Robbo paused, amused. His cat had been staring at that one spot for a half hour—dumb cat. Tigr watched the monster tunneling thru to our reality. He considered a warning, but Robbo didn’t speak cat—dumb human. Fuck it—he’d it, like last time. Mm—chicken flavor.
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Oct 19
“What do you want?” “I want you to my words. Gorge yourself on paragraphs & chapters until you finish. Then, words dripping down your quivering chin, I want you to beg for more.” He adjusts his apron. “Um, OK. What do you want to drink?” “Oh. Coffee, please.”
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Ty Sparks, Twister of Tales, Writer of Wrongs Oct 18
I would every inch of you just to feel my body burn— your white-hot center transforms me alchemically with this power to consume— seduced, I settle softly into smoke
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Sanya Raic Oct 19
I can write And I write Can keep quiet And I do But to get there To reach the Silence This supreme unique key I must pierce the symbols the images Listen without hearing Suffer until The crash Of living weight Of speech.
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aran Oct 19
1/Dead End The moon hid, dark clouds promised rain. Movement in the bushes: their spears ready. "Here she comes!" Carlos threw first, widely missing the target, its squeal familiar. "A wild boar?" "No. A shape shifter!" Brian scoffed. "We it to be sure."
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Indigenous Soul Oct 19
The good times devour bad Whispers outline sighs And every moment of our forever is reflected in your eyes.
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Helen Whistberry Oct 19
I tried to life. Stuff it in, chew it up, swallow the fatty meat and spit out the sour seeds. But, oh, the indigestion that followed. The lies, the hatred, the horror, the boredom, the banal, the loneliness, the crowds. I had to learn to take smaller bites.
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Jacqueline Firkins Oct 18
A vampire emerged from his plot to Hunt blood for indeed he oft sought to each victim Without pomp or dictum. Guess that’s why he’s called Nosh-feratu.
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Lisa Oct 19
Your disdain is a savage magpie tonight scratching under my skin devouring bitter slicks of pleas It is heavier even than silence an oily thick of hate and desire violent with confusion
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Margareth C Oct 18
We rush from dawn to dusk- Hardly breathing without seeing beauty around Deaf to nature's sounds that call us to listen for a while Stop the body shouts Stop the mind begs inside But soul dead we allow time to us until the last....
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Thomas J. TERRORington Oct 19
Ted was the new guy at work. He seemed a little stiff, but I tried to be personable. "Hey, we're all pretty laid back here. You should loosen up a little." "Can't. I'm a zombie. You know? I the brains of others." "Man, you're gonna starve in this place."
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R. X. writes Oct 19
How’d you like the book? I devoured it in a day. Wow. Liked it that much? I don’t feel so good. Yeah well you shouldn’t read so fast. I think—I’m going to be sick— Book withdrawal is a real thing—hey, hey, not on the carpet!
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🎃🕸♡•°•Giselle•°•♡🕸🎃 Oct 19
me All of me And hold me In your heart Like reverberations Of that song You used to Love The one That makes you Smile Makes you Weak The one That keeps You young Let me be the melody That wraps around Your mind Your soul Let me be Your comfort Your love
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Dopabeane Oct 19
There was a monster that liked to cats. One night, this hideous beast ate my kitten whole. I attacked it. It reared back. Its huge mouth opened, jaw dropping past its bony chest. Not a mouth; a soft, warm pouch. Nestled inside were several sleepy, purring cats.
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Matthew J Crocker is on VACATION! Oct 19
A man gave me the tiny monster, said it would all my sadness. For a while it did. A life without grief was bliss, but then the beast grew hungry. It feasted on all of my emotions. And when those were through, and it not yet satisfied, It consumed my soul.
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Bert Edens (October '19 #vss365 Host) Oct 18
“I do not love men: I love what devours them.” --- André Gide, "Prometheus Illbound" 19 Oct 2019
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Smarty Marty Oct 19
The great beast arose from the fiery pit and screamed, And now I will you, body & soul! Wait, I shouted. What now, it asked, its voice filled w/exasperation. I sold my soul to my publisher, I said. Oh, you writers are all alike, it cried tearfully.
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Tim Warren (is a one man protest against mornings) Oct 19
"Moron!" "Chowderhead!" "Idiot!" "Lummox!" The other books in the library hated it when the dictionary argued with the thesaurus. "Eat me!" " me!" Neither was the concise edition. Once those two got started, it could easily go on for days...
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K.E.Warner Oct 19
The sign said: Life’s Emporium and so I entered. And filled my cart to overflow with consumables and collectables, dusty must-haves and musty want-thats. Then devoured it all with rapacity. Gaunt and hollow I entered the Soul Shop, ready to fill my heart.
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ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕣 Oct 19
Everyone has a beast inside them. Some people can fight it. Some cannot. And some welcome it, open their hearts and minds to let it them. Look for dead eyes and too-wide smiles. You will know.
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