"What if I died like this?" he asked.
"Then I would die like this," I said.
A blog about things real and imagined. Ideas and stuff... both glittering gold and maggot infested. Moderated often by a Pegasus named Eugene.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Charlie
You came rushing toward me, screaming obscenities and flailing your arms about. You were so obviously damaged and agitated. The sounds threw you against the wall and the fluorescent lights overhead sucked out your eyes. I held my breath; my skin was suddenly on fire. I looked straight into the holes where your eyes once were and hoped desperately for any hint of embers. "Come with me, Charlie," I said sweetly, concealing my fear... "You just came through the wrong door, that's all."
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