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The Distraction Prelude by Papoose Doorbelle She walks by. I'm so distracted by my objective, I don't even notice her. But her scent is all too familiar, and memories of temptation come flooding back into my mind. My lip quivers. I pray it isn't her. I was once her prey; though the irony escapes me as it always has. I want to say something, but I can't; not after what she's done. The pain never subsided. I became emotionally disconnected and unaware of the change in my perception as it happened and crippled my social skills. It was seven years ago; my first love as an adult. But that's not the whole story, is it? My first love in life turned out to teach me a very painful lesson; one that I will never forget or repeat to regret. She's alone, but that doesn't matter; not anymore. Alone for the moment, but she certainly has her roster of victims she toys with every week. Another poor sap, desperate for a good woman to make into a wife, finds her

Rise A New King

"You have made me a promise my son," He says. "But they are not ready to accept me, my Lord," I answer. "Let me decide when they are ready," He answers. "So then now is my time to rise?" I ask. "It is," He answers. "What of the non-believers?" I ask. "How long do you think they will remain non-believers when they see you rise among them?" He asks. "How will they know I am for real?" I ask. "I am your Lord, master of the infinite realms, God of all of existence. I have chosen you, that is all you need to understand," He explains. "But this is such a heavy burden. What if I am not ready? I beg you to choose someone else," I plead. "And that is why it must be you," He replies. "Is there no one else?" I ask. "No, there is not," He states very matter of factly. "What if I'm not ready?" I ask. "My child, I have brought you here to
Main Menu >> Fiction Home >> Authors >> Papoose Doorbelle >> Backstroke Backstroke The battle rages on but on the surface he's as charming and fun loving as we allow him to be. Now he must learn how to be silently unhappy so he can join us in our rebellion against the commoners desperate to uproot our long established supremacy tinted slightly off white so as not to raise any suspicions while still remaining loyal to the ranks that colored our path to freedom from any more freedoms. Does he remember? Can we make him forget? Is there no one among us strong enough to defeat a group of old, wrinkled veterans too frail to stand battle so they purchase the rights to drill their lies into our heads and bathe in the oils splashing up from hell, where the darkness forever attempts to balance the scales so far off center that it no longer can rightfully be referred to as a balance since one side has sunken so low, it fell off the beam and landed in the
Main Menu >> Fiction Home >> Authors >> Dizghuye Ovadhere >> Who Can Be Trusted? Who Can Be Trusted? He smiles. "'How the hell would we know that?' The great leader of my friends roared out to me, 'we don't even know how doorknobs work yet.' And the other divine beings in their tightly knit circle tore the tension apart with echoes of laughter, because to them, it's funny that we have doors here at all. The very concept of doors does not exist in the reality of the realm they normally exist in. Everything is always perceivable and understandable by all sentient beings, thus they coexist in a communal state of complete transparency." "No they don't," He corrects again, "And yes, they have doors," He adds, shattering my understanding, deconstructing the beliefs I had concluded to be fact from years of observation by disrupting the logic I had convinced myself I had flawlessly formulated. B
Main Menu >> Fiction Home >> Authors >> Jessica Messinger >> Scream Silently Scream Silently by Jessica Messinger "Put it down!" I screamed silently. My despair ricocheting off her deaf drums like ripples bouncing back from the edges of the surface. A tear forms, but I grip it tightly and squeeze the moxie back inside where it can dwell in wrinkled abandon another night or two while I scavenge the wreckage for any salvageable debris to shift into my next masterful design at prolonging the inevitable disappointment only a real man can empathize with as the last shards of my fragile core are collected to reignite the beating rhythm I now dance to in limbo aside from the prison hanging over my youthful vibrance ready to alert my defenses at first sign that love would no longer serve as the proper dose of contempt necessary for the status quo to shiftlessly slide open a passageway I once walked along with bare footprints marking my vic

Got A New Pen

Main Menu >> Home >> Authors >> Jessica Messinger >> New Pen New Pen by Jessica Messinger I got a new pen of fancy design. Fancy that; I look quite refined. I dined diet drinks before, But never quite like this before. An electronic pen with LED. Configured to write just for me, Enter the code, Press this and press that, A formidable opponent, Sir Jack Kerouac. Knighted through reputation alone, A sudden burst forward and the propellant intended to destroy the malevolent alien creatures somehow comes back like I just raced against the wind and won a daily supply of your instant prizes, sizes vary slightly. . Surprising to see you here. Aren't you alone? In English we say, 'Are you' not 'aren't you' I explain. So what did I say? You said the opposite, but it made no sense. It made sense to me. Yeah, but you don't count. Ah, that's amazing you understood you. I always understand me. Then how did
Main Menu >> Fiction Home >> Authors >> Dizghuye Ovadhere >> They Won’t Shut Up They Won’t Shut Up by Dizghuye Ovadhere (and Jess Messinger) I guess we start with why I'm here (he’s here to take over the world because he thinks he can talk to aliens and demigods… as if), but that's gonna sound crazy (yes, yes it does), so let's save that little pearl (meaning, the whole idea of a chosen one who communicates to both aliens and demigods?) for after we've warmed up a little (in my opinion, I think we've heard enough about aliens to last a lifetime. And demigods; don’t even get me started; he won’t shut up about them. Ironically, his claim is that they won’t shut up.) I'm religious, at least I was as a child (so? He just said he is religious, as in currently in the present moment, and then negated that claim in the same breath with the next words separated by just a comma. Same as saying, "I'm not religious, but I wa