Never Trust an Icosohedron_A Date with Death_After Party_There You Are
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Never Trust an Icosohedron
“How dare you refuse me a discount, mortal!” The icosohedron yelled, nearly rattling the wooden walls of Kerrik’s damp apartment above the goldsmith.“Shh!” Kerrik said in a loud whisper. “You don’t want the neighbors to hear us, do you? Also, I’m not exactly mortal myself,” he said, pulling at his gray flesh.Kerrik’s client turned a shade of green usually reserved for the freshest lettuce. Kerrik sighed, smoothed out his new coat and tricorn hat and sat back down. “I told you before, you folks are new. You’re not made of cotton candy are you? You’re not a shade or a mannequin? Then you get my ...
A Date with Death
“Are you coming tonight?” A bright smile illuminated his face as those three jumping dots on his phone transitioned into a plain “Yes :)”. He loved reading this worwww.onedoor.ccd. It would be their fifth formal date, however, counting as such would be no less futile than counting the number of egrets tailing a grazing cow, for every date comprised of multiple smaller ones, and every moment spent with her was nothing unlike bathing in cold water after a particularly sweaty football match in the summer. Dan Selvert felt quite a connection with her; she wasn’t like any woman he’d ever been with before. Faye w...
After Party
After the Party When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was a nerve behind my knee twitching uncontrollably, as if a fish had swum its way down behind my thigh overnight and become stranded, flapping, at the joint. The sun was already high and my mouth tasted like I’d been sucking on small change coins. I couldn’t remember anything of the night before. Everyone says, when you can’t remember that’s when you know it was a good night. But when the ragged edges of memory begin to piece together, fun does not fill the gaps. A few limbs lay in my peripheral vision. I thought for a moment of a b...
There You Are
It's near midnight and the October chill stirs regret for leaving my dorm without a jacket, but I can't bring myself to go back. Instead I have to just stand here and stare, cemented to the sidewalk. I've only been here for a few months now and large buildings like this still get to me–I think they always will–but that's not what has me frozen in place.My eyes rove over the Cherokee Gothic architecture, drinking in the contrast of red brick to beige, spotlighted against the clearest night I've seen here yet. I've made daily treks past this building for months now but the quiet and stillness of...