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Comfort (2)
My leg begins to shake, A little, just slightly so, My leg begins to hurt, I was drinking last night, I can feel it now, The pain, it moves upward.
Comfort (1)
Head alive and buzzing hard, Slow opening of the eyes, Blinking painfully, Closing the eyes, Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, go back to sleep, My mind won’t let me.
Stanvert (Chapter 1, The City, Complete)
Slowly walking up the road, they pass him by so quickly, rushing here and there and here and there, he does not stop, but slowly moves, ever forward ever onward, eyes leveled at the ground, nothing to see, move along, … Continue reading
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Stanvert (26)
“Come on, time to jump.” she says. He hesitates. She gently pulls against him. He looks at her. She smiles at him. Why not, he thinks. He steps forward. And plunges down.
Stanvert (25)
A large metal grate stands in front of them. The “water” rushes by their feet, out the grate, and down, down, down, the crash can be heard softly below. She bends the bars aside.
Stanvert (24)
Some little girl huh? Maybe I am asleep. But then, when was I awake. “You’ve never been awake.” she says. “I’ve never been awake?” he asks. “Nope, not ever. Poor city people. Never been awake ever.” she says. “Here, we’re … Continue reading
Stanvert (23)
What was I doing? What am I doing now? Following some little girl? Through a sewer? Some shining little girl, who can bend bars, break windows, and throw me around like a rag doll.
Stanvert (22)
To sleep, to dream. Of nothing more, than day in day out, eyes at the ground, feet on the ground, shuffling, sitting, moving, where to? where was I going?
Stanvert (21)
I might die… I might die… Why might I die… “Why might I die?” he asks. “Shhhhhhh, quiet now.” she says. I don’t want to die. I don’t think I’m asleep. Am I?
Stanvert (20)
“It’s not safe inside anymore?” he asks. She stops, turns, and looks at him. “It wasn’t safe to begin with Stan” she says. “You’ve been living in a dream.” “When we go outside, you might wake up.” “I might wake … Continue reading
