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Paul Grealish Apr 22
The accused was in his denials. He pounded his knee and stabbed a finger furiously at his interlocutor. He would die, he said, before he confessed. 'Sam,' Greg said, 'it's a two-person apartment and my cheese is missing. Come on, dude.'
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 22
“What did the suspect say, Haskins?” “Sir, he was most in his protest.” “Most what?” “Vehement sir, it means...” “I know what it means, I’m just surprised you do.” “I’m not as thick as you look, sir.” “Evidently not, it seems you’re quite... wait, what?”
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💫 ¡ r e n e 💫 Apr 22
There is a sense of dread in the Universe today. Where weak sun shines through the window, a spider weaves a crooked web. Her eight eyes are dark lanterns yet she feels Earth's ancient vibrations pulse across silk while she works to make things right again.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 24
“Of all the things she did, Haskins, do you know what hurt the worst?” “The revolving door on her bedroom?” “She said I was .” “You don’t vape, you don’t smoke either.” “No, vapid Haskins.” “Bit rich coming from someone with the personality of a used teabag.”
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Apr 16
I am the space In the between That you erase A secret unseen I am the word A vacuous veneer Humans are absurd Defining me to use and smear I am the vision Of your world What you see is your own image And listen for what you want heard Embrace The Truth Not Hypocrisy
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O R B Apr 16
After his wife died, the old man fastened her favorite dress to the mast of his tiny sailboat and set off across the blue void Hoping to be shipwrecked in all that he lost
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DeRicki Johnson Apr 18
Welcome To my posh abode Said Spider to the Fly Please excuse The sticky bits I made them— I won’t lie I want to be A good host I have venom Let’s get high My addiction Is a problem I’ll do better— Yes, I’ll try Meanwhile Won’t you have a seat While you in silk I tie?
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DeRicki Johnson Apr 16
Saw a woman on a path In passing Soft we spoke She wore A bilious sorrow ‘Round her like a cloak Her smile meant To hide it ‘neath A thin of hope A callous lover Left wounds Unhealed by fam or friends I pray She keep walking There’s a sunrise ‘Round the bend
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 21
“How’s your Easter holiday going, Haskins?” “Not too bad I suppose, sir.” “That doesn’t sound too good, everything ok?” “I’m so bored of watching The Sound of Music; I could happily shoot them all.” “Are Trevor’s family a little obsessed?” “They have an Edel .”
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 17
“Are you any good with crosswords, Haskins?” “You mean like F...” “Stop. I mean word puzzles.” “I can try, sir.” “Ok, 6 across, 12 letters, bad tempered snake filled with deadly . “Ooh ooh, I know this sir, I know this.” “Go for it.” “It’s Mrs Commander.”
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 17
“They think they’re clever, Haskins, but we’ll show them.” “Show them what, sir?” “That we see through their flimsy disguise as honest catering managers.” “Through their sir, like teeth covers?” “Two of them so two veneers Haskins.” “You want to keep them?”
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Vernon Cole 13h
Sweetie. There's a place where love hurts. And it's built on a waiting to erupt. He's driving you to it. Now when you get there, pull up all its landmarks and walk away. You don't need signs telling you that love is still there, when all that's left is the hurt.
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... Apr 24
Will we be love today or will we scatter ourselves in vapid pasts that tore at our flesh? And, will we further scatter ourselves in futures untold, digging graves of uncertainty? Will we be peace and will we be love, today?
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Sonia✨ 15m
two empty craters are all that's left to complete, until her face is fully assembled; he traces their hollow rims, with volcanic anticipation trying to withhold an eruption of his magmatic achievement until he's certain the eyes are compatible & function, and she can see
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O R B Apr 24
He buried his daughter once the ground thawed Digging into the vapid winter of his life Gently laying his soul down beside her Clutching her doll as the snow melted around him
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Deborah Wynne Apr 23
As the moon beams a spotlight, rain shreds peach blossoms. A soft pink carpet forms as bits flutter madly to the ground. Owl babes fledge to watch the show. Nubby purple tips emerge from the lilacs. Earth welcomes spring. My heart remains in cold bitter winter.
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O R B Apr 21
We ignored the advice of those who loved us and rushed outside to see the myths beyond our tiny window Engorging our minds on dreams of great wars and unending romance Only to return home horrified and confused by the world we found
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Deborah Wynne Apr 24
The heart beats w/all kinds of love. A mom’s tidal wave as tears swell. A friend’s loyal bond. Family ardor; even ones not liked. 4-legged adoration. Love of coffee, color, special tune. But the soul is without true love. Closes the circuit so the heart also sings.
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Vernon Cole Apr 24
lord knows I've lied chewed on countless straws that broke camel's backs and promises trampled last nerves I've seen fed up on faces that couldn't face truths sooner that I was wrong for them doors closed on broken hearts without closure man lord knows I've grown
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Armond Boudreaux 37m
The volcanic vapor will poison me if I don’t get out of here soon, and there’s a magma channel between me and the way out. I’m going to have to— Son, sit down! Don’t you stand on my furniture! And don’t you even THINK about jumping onto that coffee table!
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