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A Dance

“Our first dance,” he noted as our bodies came together.
She smiled up at him, “I’ll try not to step on your feet.”

Their hands laced together, skin so smooth and young, fingers easily finding their way between each other. 182 more words

Short Story

A Smoking Hole.

His joints resisted, popping audibly, as he pulled himself out of that burning ditch. The going was slow and agonizing. No matter how he tried his body moved like like an centenarian’s riddled with arthritis. 494 more words


Hermit Hole Spiral

Do you hide in your shell? No one to tell? Maybe even smell? Well, do not worry. Some times may be slurry. Leave the shovel, do not burry those feelings. 124 more words


"I can bearly remember a thing" by Julia at N and W's kitchen table

Saturday March 25, 2017
5 minutes
from a fridge notepad

I can’t remember birthdays unless I write them down–or to buy onions, or to take out the trash. 155 more words


I can feel it, that same feeling you had, crawling onto my skin. Spiders walking all over my body, tickling mi skin as they go over my legs, my waist, my bust, my arms, up to my face. 84 more words

Stream Of Consciousness

My condition

Symptom: from Greek σύμπτωμα, “accident, misfortune, that which befalls”, from συμπίπτω, “I befall”, from συν- “together, with” and πίπτω, “I fall”.

My symptoms:
Empathy: Empathy is seeing with the eyes of another, listening with the ears of another and feeling with the “heart” of another. 111 more words

Stream Of Consciousness