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balthazarBalthazar came to in the desert, lying on his back in the sand. His mouth was dry and his canteen half-empty. In his pockets was a small journal and some sand. His food, his mount and his mutinous companions were nowhere to be seen.balthazar
He stood, and struggled to the top of a dune, collapsing to his knees. "Damn them," he whispered into the wind. "Damn them all."
Night was coming on, and the temperature was falling in time with the sun. Unless he found shelter soon,
Balthazar knew, his already weakened body would not last the desert night. The only visible relief from the soft rise and fall of the sand dunes surround
by ~aeymxq
My 52 Favourite ThingsMy 52 Favourite Things, or, How I Passed Chemistry.My 52 Favourite Things
a short story about my life
by Marc Todoroff.
A man walks through an empty street in an abandoned city on a forgotten planet. The wind howls, gusting constantly, blowing the red dust through the air and staining the buildings red.
'Run, run run run! Everybody run, they're coming! Run, Jesus Christ, run! Run! Oh Jesus, Claire, what are you doing? They're coming from the back.
'No! We're surrounded, then! There's no-where to go! Jesus Christ, God Almighty, what do we do? Bob, stop! Stop, they're out there, no, don't go out! No, Bob! Bob!
'He's gone, Claire, he's gone, ju
by ~aeymxq
The Nightly StarsOne day, when the sun was at its hottest, we bundled up in our thick coats and our woolen mittens and we drove down to see the moon.The Nightly Stars
We stood on a hill and looked down at it. It glared whitely, even in the late afternoon sun. We set up our tents and made a fire; we sat down on the ground and ate our dinner out of a picnic basket. The fire was huge and roaring. A hungry bonfire. If you sat too close to it you'd get burned.
The sun finally sank below the horizon, drawing the last of its red light with it. Our breath frosted in front of your mouths as the stars came out. New stars every night.
A
by ~aeymxq
detective story v0.20.detective story v0.2
when i wake up, it feels like i'd been run over by a greasy trucker fed on greasy cheeseburgers with a number for company keeping him late, driving a california baby stacked tall with dead redwoods--and i couldn't remember why.
swivel rusty eyeballs in their sockets, taking a good long look at the room i'm in. the sunlight is dusty and gold and shines in through a ragged, faded blue towel stapled over the small window. there's a beaten tin pail with all sorts of stains from all sorts of people turned on its side next to the bed. it was probably supposed to hold the used condoms scattered around it like white
by ~aeymxq
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