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An Argument Over Dinner Arts 

An Argument Over Dinner

Terror is in the moments where hope becomes knowledge despite any underlying understanding of the inevitable, and then it is in that instant when our very human lack of knowledge is understood. This is horror. It accounts for the countless less obvious terrors of our existence… The party that was gathered for the reading of the will was stuffed into a hot room. On fabric chairs they listened to a letter:   “I’m afraid I will have talked a lot and left so much unsaid. Things go unshared, even after…

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Observations Arts 

Observations

Look at the way she is looking at him there is love, trust and longing there Even though this is a public place buzzing with people and noisy waiters and waitresses They are sitting across each other in a dimly lit area near the window he says something and reaches for her hands Even though there are people around and the children are very fussy He laughs about something and reaches over to remove a speck of lint or paper out of her long strawberry colored locks even though the…

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It Shows Arts 

It Shows

You like your coffee black Insomniac at night Swallowing goodbyes It’s true, I haven’t seen you smile For countless days and nights Tell me you don’t feel right   Am I wrong?   Do you miss him When you touch me? Do you still feel Empty feelings? ‘Cause your frail heart Shut your brain off And sent signals From your eyes to mine   And yet, I still love you I’m wrecked, don’t forget me And I feel like I’m drowning It’s my fault for not letting you be I…

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How he loves her Arts 

How he loves her

He looks at her like she is the finest painting in all the Louvre, like Mona Lisa and the Birth of Venus combined. When he says hello, what he means to say is: I wonder how long it took for God to carve out your cheekbones. She blinks, he hears a melody coming from her eyelashes, it sounds like a choir in the heart of a church. Her name is his new favorite word, how it sits comfortably in the back of his throat and rolls right off his tongue….

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Spook The Insider 2018 – 2nd Place Winner Arts 

Spook The Insider 2018 – 2nd Place Winner

Misery Loves My Company     “Don’t look at me like that Cerberus,” said a small woman with feisty red hair, “move your butt and fetch it!” The giant black pug towered over the redhead and huffed, sending traces of mucus on her face. She frowned, “Fine.” She stomped her feet as she went to pick up the Milk-Bone but ended walking straight into a pink wall. What the… Her walls weren’t pink. This wasn’t her house. She grounded herself and realized she wasn’t even in the right dimension. Oh….

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