Tongues As Black As Midnight_The Family Jewels_Geminus_Shots out of Life
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Tongues As Black As Midnight
I remember the first time I saw him. The glint in his eyes malicious as he took my brother. I was nine at the time. Nine when he walked into his bedroom, grey flesh slowly peeling from his forearms and neck as he slowly crept towards my brother. He wanted him, wanted him badly. He took my brother by his neck and slowly opened his mouth to reveal a wide smile and tongues as thick as my forearm. My brother was too shocked to speak as his tongues slowly slithered around his eyes, slowly drawing them out. They hit the floor with a thud, the loose artery's still attached to the eye seemed to be cra...
The Family Jewels
“I can’t believe we’re arguing over this. You know the law gave me the right to make this decision.” “But, Mom. I can make my own decisions. It’s my life.”That’s how the conversation went between us for years. The day finally came when we could put the argument behind us.Just like every morning since my wedding day, I checked the safe for my family’s most prized possessions. After updating the camera and coordinating the app on my phone, I breathed a sigh of relief and patted myself on the back. Meticulously vigilant, I prided myself on taking supreme care of my husband’s stash of wealth befo...
Geminus
I cannot hear anything save the furious pounding of my heart, perfectly in sync with every footfall upon the muddied path. The trees flash by me in a blur of greens and moss-covered trunks; my lungs struggle to inhale the wet, musty air as I push them far beyond their limit. If I were to think too hard on it, the pain would be overwhelming; the fire in my muscles and chest, the damp seeping into my bones. Yet the blur of my panic is overridden by instinct, and my adrenaline, and I somehow find the strength to press on, to keep moving, because stopping isn’t an option. Not now. Not when I’m so ...
Shots out of Life
"Yes, ay, hahaha", "I don't need a beat to dance baby, life beats for me". Dancing in front of car lights, to the mufflers passing by tickled www.onedoor.ccwith faint cries the seasoned DJ galloped upon. We walk the street like ants in liquor and lust. Trust is blown in like a breeze. Intertwining with strangers, breathing with kindred spirits. Three ladies jumping out of an uber, tipsy full of matter, any matter. A matter of life and laughter, anger, joy all wound in a ball of matter. A male approach our lovely ladies to dance on the street. not wasting this opportunity to speak, communicating with rhythm...