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Time Collapses
Like Nights of Broken GlassThe fall happens quicklyWarning signs had alreadyBeen there, plain to seeThen, fuel to the flamesUntil everything burns Empires fall, bedlam reignsThe wheel of historyCrushes & maimsA fourth turning arrivesTIME COLLAPSES Whoever is left to pick up… Continue reading
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The Garden Of Shadow by Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love heeds no more the sighing of the windAgainst the perfect flowers: thy garden’s closeIs grown a wilderness, where none shall findOne strayed, last petal of one last year’s rose. O bright, bright hair! O mount like a ripe fruit!Can… Continue reading
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The All-Consuming Flames – Part I
The flames roared into the night sky as the grocery store on Old Hickory Street burned with an intensity that seemed to sync with Tommy Sullivan’s pounding heart. He wouldn’t admit it to most people, but it was times like… Continue reading
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Down The Rabbit Hole
We all experience madness differentlyHow we perceive the lunacy of the worldThe madness of a country that hasDecided to cannibalize itselfTurned against each other The house is dividedWe descend deeper into the madnessUntill all that’s left is a fragile gripOn… Continue reading
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The Cold Road
In the world without the sun, the cold was all its own entity. It slithered across the earth in silence, a smothering weight that pressed down on the land and left it cracked and broken. Whatever colors had once decorated… Continue reading
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A Sales Rep’s Guide To Eternal Employment
As a sales guy at GlitchWorks, Inc., I’m not one to question the ins and outs of the IT department. My job is to sell our “product,” whatever that is. The truth is, I’m pretty sure nobody knows what we… Continue reading
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We Sold Our Souls For Rock ‘N Roll – And It Wasn’t That Bad, To Be Honest
“Dude,” said Axel, lead singer of SludgeForge, as he waved the freshly signed contract in the air. “We did it. We’ve actually done it.” Jax, their bassist, leaned in, eyeing the contract suspiciously. “What … did we do exactly?” Axel… Continue reading
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The Last Drop
The sky was a hazy shade of red, dust hanging in the air like a fog that never lifted. Miles stretched ahead, and the land was dead and empty, save for the crumbled skeletons of what used to be civilization.… Continue reading
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The Legend of Chapel Hill’s Ghost Light
On a dark, stormy night, a freight train rumbled southbound out of Nashville along the L&N rail line, racing toward the small town of Chapel Hill, Tennessee. Days of relentless rain had weakened the ground beneath a stretch of track… Continue reading
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The Sadness Of The Moon by Charles Baudelaire
The Moon more indolently dreams to-nightThan a fair woman on her couch at rest,Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. Upon her silken avalanche of down,Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;And… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 