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Category Archives: Fiction
Individual Nightmares
Flickering lights
Dark, shifting floors:
A hologram turned to life,
Separating and splitting
People, casting them
Into individual nightmares:
The black, twisted memories
Of a cruelly tortured soul
Bent on revenge on any and all.
In macabre juxtaposition,
The toy train circles
Through crying bodies
Over hidden graves.
A Complete Boxed Puzzle
A: I don’t get it.
B: Oh, come on.
A: I really… I can’t understand it.
B: Leave it, will ya?
A: But why? Why would they do that?
B: It’s supposed to be creative.
A: Not that creative!
B: Mack-
A: -I gave them a complete boxed puzzle, and they made an ash tray!
B: Ok. That’s extreme. I know you love metaphors, but-
A: -No, it’s not. It’s accurate. It perfectly describes their lunacy.
B: They’re not crazy, Mack.
A: Sure fooled me! They can’t even follow simple instructions.
B: What? Because they didn’t do it your way?
A: Right.
B: Mack… they’re not you.
A: What?
B: If you want it done your way, do it yourself!
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