Alone is the Norm_Colored Decisions_Void of Existence_Dumbo
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Alone is the Norm
X312 was walking down the hall of Pendleton High to it’s locker. It was listening to a new song it had downloaded just last night to its phone: “01001000 01101111 01110111 00100000 01100100 01101111 01100101 01110011 00100000 01110011 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101011 01101110 01101111 01110111…” X312 looked like the majority of the other students at Pendleton High with just a few differences that made it stick out like a sore thumb. It’s skin was slightly pinker than expected with absolutely no blemishes or beauty marks. X312 never had acne or pimples or even a hair out of place. It’s black...
Colored Decisions
As the behemoth released her onto the cold, smooth surface under foot, Melody felt a sense of relief to be free from the captor that had ripped her from her home and family, yet by no means comfortable. This space wasn’t new to her, yet, it wasn’t familiar. Her body shook as she took in her surroundings; everything was white, shiny, and frigid. She backed into a corner and flattened to the plane that rose behind her. The walls, too, held no warmth, mirroring the sensation below her feet. There was nowhere to hide. The view from her station yielded little information; every surface was the same...
Void of Existence
I've crossed the boundaries of existence. There is no sign of it, more like extinct, it doesn't ewww.onedoor.ccxist. It’s no longer a perspective, and there is no view, neither light nor darkness. It only seems void of all matter. Unable to recall my past, something has cleansed me of whatever I seemed to have known. I don't even know how I exist in this realm of meta-existence, I presume. Questions are all I have. Did I have a past? Will I have a future? Am I supposed to question the existential void? Is there anyone watching me? Or even my progress of what’s happening to me? Am I in some phase of transit...
Dumbo
It was her birthday (one of the late-twenties ones). At that point, I was drinking Wild Turkey 101, Basil Hayden’s, Makers Mark, Buffalo Trace, Woodford Reserve, and anything else I wanted. I’ve learned the difference between whiskey and bourbon more than once, but it’s never stuck; It all smells like booze to me. Back then, nights started with drinking and driving. What a time! I drove us into the city, my Pathfinder’s stereo blared rap music. If I had asked her what she wanted to listen to, she would have answered, “Lana Del Rey.” The November day was already too dreary for that, so I didn’t...