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Blood on O'Connell Street
There was blood on O’Connell Street; I saw it walking home.I didn’t notice it at first. You don’t notice these things all at once when you live in the city and you’re just focused on keeping your head down and not looking anyone in the eye. But all it took was looking up for just half a moment, and there it was. Even in the swarm of the early evening, when tourists nervously wander along in bunched-up groups of three or more and gaggles of college students gather in ragged crowds outside of nightclubs and local pubs, the trail stood out on the pavement: thick boot tracks of browning red which...
Theaterland
CW: self-harm, strong language “If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.”–attributed to W.C. FieldsBelief, however nebulous, is a truth only cogent enough to serve those who would make the absence of that what is unthinkable to all but themselves. ** Let the viewer understand that this fictitious staging, this gamiture, is only one’s plight who is to be sentenced in that denatured assiduousness for relinquishing themselves to be insubordinate celebrants who think themselves burlesque tragedians, but grew trite overnight, sophomoric, their deposit of fame imagined a ...
One Sugar or Two
"Only if I can bring my books and we get a lot of ice cream," Steven announced at the dining room table as he rolled his peas around his plate."Then it's settled." Rylee pushed himself up from the table. "Let me put those peas out of their misery and you can start packing.""Love to," he said, nearly tipping his chair over while running away.Rylee smirked as he grabbed the plate and everything that went with it. In busperson style, he carried them into the kitchen."Steven still not eating his vegetables?" Jaxon asked from the far corner of the kitchen where he stood next to another man in a bl...
Not writing
“Are you coming tonight?” “Yes. Sure.” George was accustomed to Jane’s temperament and familiar with this routine. She would not be coming, but he cared enough to try. She felt he teased her, and perhaps he did without trying to. “Around eight?” “Around eight.” “See you later.” “See you… Bye.” She set the phone down, knowing he would have the more reliable Alice, Saïd and Lois for company and would be content with that. She resented the warmth and the façade of naivete in his voice whenever he called to ask her that question, but she could not help but love him for it when some time had www.onedoor.ccpassed...