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Grey - Chapter 9 I awoke in the shadows of a highway overpass. There were a few homeless people in small clusters about twenty feet away. They seemed to be eyeing me warily. Urgently, I struggled to a sitting position and looked down at my clothes. They were matted with big, dark splatters of dried blood.
“Hyde?” I asked, mentally.
“Yes?” He replied.
“You killed all of them, didn’t you?”
“I had to. They were bad people. And they were using both of us.” Blurry memories of ruthless slaughter echoed in my mind, but there were a few clearer memories.
I saw Dr. Schmidt helpless on his back, begging, “Why? Why?”
Then, my own mouth moved with Hyde’s voice; “You unleashed the wrong monster.”
Grey - Chapter 8 “Dr. Schmidt! Please, I don’t know what to do! I’ve killed people. I’ve killed…” I paused to count. “Ten people! It’s this horrible voice in my head, he’s controlling me.” The Doctor looked at me with alarming indifference.
“Well, these people… They were bad people, yes?”
“Well… yes. Mostly.”
“No, there is no mostly. Were they bad people?” He urged. Hesitantly I replied.
“Yes. They were.”
“Then you were doing your job. I’ll take care of it.”
I was shocked. He was so calm at the thought of all this murder. Then I realized, was this the plan all along? I had to get out of there.
Carefully, I relaxed my face and replied, “Okay then. Thanks,” and walked out of the office. As I walke
Grey - Chapter 6 Terrified and confused, I began walking towards the lab but it was quite a ways away. I had to tell Dr. Schmidt as soon as possible. I quickened my pace but stopped when I saw the news on a TV in the display window of an electronics store. Clearly, they were talking about the attempted robbery at the bank. I couldn’t hear the TVs through the glass, but from what it showed, it looked like the six men were dead. Besides this, they didn’t seem to have many details. I thought they might have said that the bank cameras had been destroyed, but I wasn’t sure. I just kept asking myself what could have happened, but I was at a complete loss for an answer. Anxious and confused, I resumed my quick march to the lab.
Up ahead, there was a lot of violent noise coming from a bar. I nearly broke into a run. I didn’t want to get involved in anything until I figured out what was wrong with me. I was going to walk right by, but as I passed t
Grey - Chapter 5 The Doctor paced back and forth as he read the report. I had known that he wouldn’t be very happy about my little adventure the night before, but the suspense of whatever punishment I might receive made me anxious.
“Well,” he began, “You did succeed.” He closed the file and peered at me through his spectacles. “I would penalize you… but I have a job for you to do.” I straightened up in my chair. Not only would I not face any punishment, but I was getting my first assignment! “I was going to let the police take care of it, but I think you have proven yourself capable. We’ve received a tip that there is going to be a bank robbery today. We expect that there will be several of them, heavily armed, at noon. We will monitor the situation, but we will not interfere unless things go seriously wrong. No need to get more involved than necessary.” He smiled at me. “You have an hour to
Grey - Chapter 4 I inhaled the crisp, evening air. This would be my first night on the town with powers and I felt unstoppable. Despite Dr. Schmidt’s stern warnings, I couldn’t restrain myself from looking for trouble. I guess I looked at it as a way of celebration.
I casually walked through dark alleyways making sure my footsteps were none too subtle and to occasionally bump into a nearby trashcan in an attempt to alert any nearby ne’er-do-wells to my presence. Then I heard the magic words.
“Hand over your wallet.” The man stepped out from the shadows about five feet in front of me, gun leveled at my chest. He was a tall, lean man with greasy, mussed up hair. His hands shook, though it didn’t look like it was fear. The guy was probably a drug addict. “Gimme your wallet!” growled the man, more urgently this time. I locked my eyes with his, carefully turning to my right as if to reach into my back
Grey - Chapter 3 I focused intently on the pencil. I stared at it until everything else in the room blurred from view. It was a simple, yellow, No.2 pencil, fairly new, its eraser still apparently unused and a slightly blunted tip. It lay just a couple feet away on a black table in front of me. Furrowing my brow and holding my breath, I strained to focus on the pencil more. With all my might I willed for the pencil to move. It filled my vision and my entire being. With an angry shout, I released my focus and turned away from the pencil.
“This isn’t working.” I dropped my head into my hands and let out a heavy sigh. “We’ve been at this for nearly an hour, and haven’t gotten anywhere. Maybe something went wrong.” Dr. Schmidt stared me down with disappointment, but his expression quickly softened.
“Perhaps it would help to use your hands to help you visualize.” I dropped my hands from my fa
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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