Category: Fiction
Beamo’s Gold part 26
Part 22
A merle of Blackbirds. Four calling birds. On side streets. Avenues. A flock. Strength in numbers. Messengers of bad news. Mystical men. Orange optics. Haunting and hunting. Parabolic searching. Miniscule movements. In attics and bedrooms. Behind false walls. Doors damaged. Stairs shattered. Walls, windows and will reduced to rubble. Pulled from homes by hair or hands flailing. Children crying and […]
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Part 20
Blue linoleum. White washed mausoleum. Plinth. Stone seat. Single door. Grill window. Strip lighting. Claw hammer. Ribs. Writhing. Winded. Wounded. Fingers. Feeling. Searching. Smashed. Plinth. Stone seat sanctuary. Legs. Straightened. Knee caps. Shattered. Rain. Grill window. Summer rain. Chainsaw. Soft skin cessation of hostilities. Daily decapitation. Blue linoleum. White washed mausoleum.
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Part 21
To whom this may concern. The sun to the north of here. It used to shine. More brightly. Before the change. There was a time. Days and months. Mornings and evenings. When the sun shined. Brightly on your face. These simplicities. Before hostilities. You could once. Drive. Not far from here. Where Bridestones stand. Where love was like melt water. […]
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Corrupted. From birth. Immediate intervention. Strangulation. The restriction. The choking. The removal. Every other breath. Of any future conscience. Of conscience. Of a future. Anything. The corruption of nurture. Birth is death. Our aim. To corrupt them. We. Their nature. For us. Any intervention. I have seen. Children. Strangle mothers. As young three or four. Use blades. Slash windpipes. Just […]
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Part 18
It is a moment. A millionth of a second. Less than a breath. A spark. Not tangible. Not conscious. Not measurable. That erupts. Pulls everything apart. Forever. The millionths after. Turn into seconds. A heartbeat. A twitch. Internal combustion. Explosions. Fear. Loathing. Hate. In a millionth. Threads. Fate. Providence. Cut. Embellished. These many millionths. New eventualities. A road that forks. […]
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