When it’s quiet, I climb through my bedroom window out into the early October night. I hold a bottle of my dad’s dark brown beer in one hand while pulling myself onto the roof. I wobble from one foot to the other and sit down. I begin taking small, timid sips of the beer trying …
Given a voice but no use for itWe are silenced by those who hear but won’t listenWe are silenced with hands over our screaming mouthsSilenced by the laughter echoing in our mindsAnd after, we are silenced with fearSilenced by their reputation, silenced by their mothers criesSilenced by paperwork and answering the question“Well, what were you …
I woke with a quick jolt, there was rattling at my door. Someone was trying to get in. My clock said it was 3:50 am. I slowly crawl out of bed while lifting the blanket off of myself, to make sure not to make too much noise. When I get to the door, my door …
Two teens were on the opposite sides of a wide, long, and impeccably shiny hall. These teens, almost men judging from their roughly shaven stubble, were arguing over the quality of their performances. One of the teens, this one had a name tag over the right side of his chest labeled “Madison, J”, said almost …
How did we become numb to this? Checking the news doesn’t scare us anymore 1 dead, 2 dead, 3 dead, 4. That’s someone’s child. Now that I think about it, saying that won’t help We forget about dead kids, too. Stoneman, Sandy Hook, Red Lake, Parkland, West Nickel, Columbine. They plaster the names of the …
I breathe in the dark, desolate, night air, Stars reflect themselves off my eyes, As my warmth melts into everything. Distant howls rupture the quiet, The quiet that lives in the brush and trees, With the mountains smiling behind. I think of you as I look at those stars, The ones you – miles away …
“The shoggoths are doing well,” Damos says, with a tint of weariness appropriate for the end of a shift. “One has an infection.” It’s freezing, as always. Surrounding him are clean snowy wastes punctuated only by the subtle curves of snow-dunes, the lakes of liquid crystal he’s here to mine, and of course the nearby …
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