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In this week’s podcast, A.N.Brassky reads “Please Confirm You Are Not in Beast Mode”, a psychological science fiction where Chris the protagonist is driven to insanity by tormenting Dwarves.
Unconsciously, she touched the healed bone beneath her left eye and remembered the fight they’d had about the lions.
Arthur took this note back with him, he was forever looking at it, all this took him by surprise and he wondered what all this was about
The girl I went to see lives in room number 96. Her name is Nana and that has been the only thing I know about her name.
Four times there will be men who will try to raise and assemble this ship. Three times they will fail, but a fourth man will succeed.
They were like a breeze traveling upwards to the scarf around your face, pulling it loose. Threatening to unravel it.
She’d been the literary one, not him, better he remain true to his musical talents. Don’t worry, getting by, haven’t forgotten you. Can’t. Wouldn’t know how.
You squint at me as though you are only properly seeing me now for the first time. I scour your room which is the palest of blues.
When I made the discovery little over a week ago, I was far too excited to think in such rational terms. I had been foolish, addicted. I see that now.
He was beautiful if you knew him, and could be a real bastard when he wanted to, and a lot of times when he didn’t.
One kid keeps having a nightmare about drowning. She hears a sound like something crumbling and opens her eyes. Cracks spread across the walls and ceiling.
We come into this as helpless faucets of overflowing salt ducts, eager and scampering, exhausting profusely to make sense yet never availing, barely scratching.
This morning when Walter tumbled off a beribboned donkey halfway up the steep cobblestone path from the port to Fira he was embarrassed.