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The Girl Without a Self
The girl without a self woke and stared at the honesty of the world. She tried to calm her soul. She went over her stories, the lines of the book, the etchings of the universe, because it is times like these, when the world drip, drip, drips with neither the love nor its opposite but rather simple beauty, that she begins to think. And I guess when you start to think about it you really can’t stop. The sky or the hole that encompasses her little world is painted with colors of sincerity and sprinkled with small bursts of indifference – indifference to her, to her lens. It picks her out of the ...
Did Anybody Really Live Here, by Gary Wells
“Okay, Sal – time to earn those big bucks!” Sal looked down from his cab on the demolition crane. His partner, Ernie, was looking up at him with a broad smile and a pair of thumbs up. Sal gave a brief salute, then reached down and began to gently maneuver the lever that would send a 4-ton wrecking ball into the ghostly remains of the Pearlson Apartment building. A ten-story structure which had housed more than 500 people at its peak, the Pearlson was the last of four nearly identical housing units to be torn down. The first swing came awfully close to the window that Deedee Johnson used...
Dead Butterflies Under the Sea
“Please, don’t do it.” If I were born a fish, I would know nothing but the sea; so to speak of the land would be not only pretentious and preposterous, but outlandishly absurd! And yet, that is the world we reside in today. All attempting to speak on matters which all know nothing of. It is the blind leading the blind. Utterly pointless and ubiquitous nonetheless. A newly emerged monarch butterfly was experiencing its first flight when it crossed paths with a fish. The fish bellowed something from below but the butterfly was all too concerned with learning its new ability and so pronounced t...
Gethsemane
Dust motes danced in the light that fell from a window undewww.onedoor.ccr the ceiling. The library wasn't busy. It was a forgotten little place, unlike the city library. The city library wasn't really a library any more. It was more of a computer hub, a place for bored schoolkids to go and play computer games or stare at screens instead.This wasn't like that. This was an old-school library: Filled with volumes of all kinds. It had a musty smell of paper. Librarians wafted through like monks. The atmosphere was hushed. Nobody ate at their desks while pretending to study. Monk-like. Cave-like. Filled with pe...