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APOCALYPSE

Jun 29 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

when i woke up that day i found a note from my wife on the kitchen counter and it said Dear John Gone To Shop For Milk And Bread Be Back Soon Love Jane.

i never knew what to do without Jane so i went into the backyard and cracked a beer. i drank the other beers in the fridge but they were warm because the electricity was gone. i hate warm beer but beer is booze and i thought the power would come on soon so i didnt worry about it again. but the water didnt work either. and then i tried to call Jane but there was no reception on the phone.

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The Magician

Jun 12 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

Out the back of his small city house, secreted away between the surrounding walls of the other small houses on the block, my uncle John cultivated a courtyard garden. “living alone i need to have a hobby” he said. But his garden was more than a hobby, and everyone we knew was always talking about it. Every year for his birthday Uncle John gave a party, and his small house filled with guests eager to experience his latest creation. There was a pussy willow that purred when it was stroked. There were violets that blossomed candied, like boiled sweets, with the most delicate flavour, and roses with powdery petals that were formed of bright pink turkish delight. There were snapdragons that breathed real little flames when they were squeezed, and from which people lit their cigarettes. There was a harebell with bells that really rang in soft tinkles when they were touched, each at a different pitch, and the plant would proceed to play an entire melody starting with the first note that sounded. “no photos no photos” he would always repeat, as though joking about fame and fortune, but then he would say again, in a more serious tone, “no really no photos please no photos”.

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Lucy Snowe

Jun 12 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

Charlotte Brontë’s Lucy Snowe felt uncomfortable as soon as she opened the door for her students to file in. There was something indefinitely different about them that morning; they were not themselves, they were someone else. Each girl assumed her seat without commotion, but when she asked them to take out their books, none of them moved. They remained immobile and staring silently. Knowing herself equal to anything, Miss Snowe proceeded with her morning routine.

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