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Noon at Central
A tall man in rags stood in the center of the packed train station. “Nobody move!”
He seemed to resemble a homeless man: his person dirty, garments torn and tattered, unshaven—beard wild and wooly. A once bright orange ball cap—now dingy and stained by the elements, hid his thinning, shoulder length, mangy and matted hair. A worn and weathered jungle camouflage jacket bulked unevenly—suggesting…
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Incubus
The somber gray bedsheets torn, and tattered. The alabaster covers—ripped by the ravenous razor blade teeth of a demon so putrid. The bondage of body and traitorous mind held repulsed to a shell of its former self. The heartbeat of a horse’s gallop, the panicked breathing like that of a mother in labor. The sudden rush and reminisce of life! Ah, Incubus, how were the nights when you would so…
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The Mysterious Stranger: The Blood Orange
The Mysterious Stranger: The Blood Orange
The Mysterious Stranger: The Blood Orange By Robert J. S. T. McCartney
It was here—here where the stranger stood atop the mossy hilltop. He looked down at the village that laid nestled below in the sprawling green fields. Gray puffs of smoke rose from chimneys and dispersed into the kaleidoscopic swirls of magenta, orange, and the pale green horizon. The stars began their celestial occupation…
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For Pluto
Pluto by Robert J. S. T. McCartney
Many years ago, I was born from a great spark of life.
Some years pass and finally, within the night I drive away, leaving behind my ever luminous father. And so begins my epic journey. . .
I come upon first my big brother, Mercury. He tells me, “You can’t stay here, dear brother, although you are most welcomed, I know you will find yourself too close to home.…
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The Lodestone Files: The Things in the Shadows [Part 3]
The Lodestone Files: The Things in the Shadows [Part 3]
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Much of the blob, or whatever the hell it was, fell to the ground. Inside the sable goo, was something else, something that tore at the darkness and demanded to be free. Finally, a hand punctured the makeshift bubble. It was human, or rather at least it appeared to be. Inch by inch, more of the being was uncovered and before long, James only gazed on in awe.
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The Lodestone Files: The Things in The Shadows [Part One]
The Lodestone Files: The Things in The Shadows [Part One]
The sun had already begun its descent upon the horizon. The stars ignited across the fading daylight, and exploded into the template of the nightly majesty, that was no stranger. The moon was set high, full, and brilliant, even amidst the presently rich summer evening. The skyline was articulated with precise brushstrokes of pink, peach, and azure. The white caps of the clouds radiated a…
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A Strange Man at a Bar
A Strange Man at a Bar
A lone man sat on a bar stool, hunched over, face flat out against the cool of the polished, hardwood bar counter top. He pushed himself up, erecting and straightening his back. He rolled his head from side to side, and front to back. His sleep deprived eyes focused onto the environment that bewildered him.
Where did everyone go to?
He scanned the room for a soul, but only found that he was…
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For Mom
A cool crisp summer breeze swept across her face, only to escape and disperse over the mirror-like lake. Azure seemed to stretch on eternally all around from where she sat. Verdant rolling hills sprawled everywhere, nestled in the small cove she had come to know only recently, with flowers of exotic properties and those of familiarity sprung from the earthly womb. Birds chirped and sang of a…
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