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Emese TheBookAddictA Dead Poet Stories 04-07

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  • How Margaret Became An Angel
  • INANIS
  • Small Town Rats
  • Suzanne
  • How Margaret Became An Angel

    “Are you there, God? It’s me, Margaret.” Margaret asked the sky.The sky said nothing back.There was silence.Margaret sat, cross-legged, on the usual marble slab in the centre of the graveyard. She tipped her head back and glared at the sky, her hands held cupped before her face. She blinked. And waited.And the sky kept its silence.Margaret let out a sigh.She’d come here nearly every day for the last two years. She stood up and looked down at her mother's tombstone.“Goodbye.” She whispered.She’d been here for three hours every day for two years, and God had done nothing. Not one miracle. Nothin...z81one door

    INANIS

    INANISHer worst nightmare began as soon as she stepped in. A black rotary dial hang on the wall, missing some bits and with a hole that exposed a few wires but not much. It had a scratch or two to the left, and there was nothing else in there. She pulled herself from corner to corner in the living room and paused now and then to peek through each other room wishing for something different. She stopped when her feet hurt and then continued again, hoping to have missed anything. Little difference that it would make to the obvious. She leaned slightly on one of the orange walls. Bit by bit, she r...z81one door

    Small Town Rats

    Whisper. It felt like they had arrived in a ghost town. There was no one around, except for the wind, but Adeline could still hear their whispers. Like rats scuttering around her brain.  Evelie dragged her suitcase down the gravel street. She had always loved what she called ‘small town charm.’ A gust of wind below the map from her hand, and Evelie jumped to catch it. She dropped her suitcase handle, and Adeline grabbed it before it hit the floor, continuing to pull it without Evelie even noticing she had dropped it in the first place. They stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned inn.www.onedoor.cc..z81one door

    Suzanne

    Suzanne Inspired by Leonard Cohen’s “Suzanne” I first saw her at a party sitting among the bohemian crowd, all skinny, all smoking, all intense with their words. She leaned forward with a glass of red wine in one hand, a cigarette in the other. She spoke as if in secret, telling them everything she knew of social injustice and political corruption, all the wrongs that they were certain in their hash-filled haze they could set right.Stewart came from his bedroom, hugged me, took my suitcase and ragged coat before sitting softly beside her on the couch. His arm hung loosely around her shoulder a...z81one door

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