Solitaire_The Fan Told Me She was Leaving_Wipe the Smile off your Face_Signs of Life
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Solitaire
I like the night time. I like it because it’s dark. Walking in the dark is better than walking in the light. Everything sounds different and better. Footsteps ring like church bells on a Sunday. I have learned to walk silently, though. It is one of my skills. A talent. I practice it, and my other talents, in the darkness, when I’m alone. When I hear other people, when I hear the clatter of their feet, I wonder how they cope with the noise. With the lack of control. Maybe that even more than the noise. How can they have so little control?My father built the garden before he left. It must have...
The Fan Told Me She was Leaving
I thought I was in love before. Really, none of us are in love. But we’re afraid of not being in love, like if we don’t have it we’ll die alone. The truth is we die alone anyway, in love or not. We love out of selfishness. Whether it’s real or not, it can still hurt us. Like God, or Heaven, or Hell. And there has to be some beauty in that somewhere, even if I can’t see it. The room I write in is usually clouded in smoke so thick that sometimes I have trouble seeing the computer screen while I’m writing. Most of the time I’m not even smoking, just leaving the cigarette hanging over the edge ...
Wipe the Smile off your Face
She giggles. Tosses her hair, and looks up at her partner, eyes sparkling.Count Ahmed of Vyl smiles down at her, as the music swells to a close. He takes a step back, keeping hold of her hand, though his other arm drops to his side and her own falls from his shoulder, and bows to her, soft lips brushing her knuckles. She nods back at him, and after a moment’s thought, leans forward briefly to press a kiss to his cheek.His face brightens, and he casts his eyes aside, abashed. His voice is warm, when he asks, “Might I have the pleasure of your company again this evening?”, and she mimes writing ...
Signs of Life
As above, so below. Silence. Stillness.“Put some more music on,” said Edwin, who was half asleep on the sofa in the corner of the room.Isaac rolled his eyes and looked about. He pushed backwards against the desk with both hands and guided the chair with little pushes of his toes over to the laptop. He selected the first Astrobotnia album. The electronic firework sounds and ambient hum of Lightworks filled the room.“Nice,” said Edwin. “A little spot on, perhaps.”Isaac nodded. He pushed himself back to the bank of screens and keyed in some numbers. The images shifted and he flicked the back of...