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dream eating fish by Bogdan Dragos
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the police found her on the porch steps with the shotgun laid across her lap the roof was burning behind her and she was talking about fish “My head's starving,” she was saying. “The fish... they ate all my dreams. Fuckers think they can just swim around eating people's dreams when they please. Swim away from me.” She had no reaction as the cops came to take her shotgun away and restrain her. Just kept talking about fish and how they swim around and eat people's dreams There are many others like her in town and all over the world and it's not even the worst case scenario The worst of the worst are those who make the fish starve because they no longer have dreams to be eaten These people are all over the place, yet the news never mentions them There's nothing to talk about them Only to…
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join in the silence
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There was indeed silence now Oh, and it's been but days since the screams cracked the windows and the thrown bottles stripped the walls of their paint and the curses made the gods cringe and cover their ears The house of madness no longer lived up to its name For she was finally gone and he was left with the echoes "C'mon, dare me to down it!" were her words as she opened the last bottle And his were, "Bitch, you're mad!" "Dare me, motherfucker! Dare me to down this here bottle. You don't think I can, do you? Ah, you slime-gutted piece of shit." "I'm telling you to knock it the fuck out already! I'll bury yer fuckin' eyes in, see if I won't." But she was already pouring down her throat. She had this talent that allowed her to drink without swallowing. Pouring down her throat was like pouring down the sink. No choking And then she'd hurl the empty bottle with terrible aim and break it against the walls, planting shards all over the carpet and then finally she'd be waiting in the bedroom But not today Today she was no more and all that was left of her were the echoes of curses The neighborhood was probably celebrating And her man stood by the broken window, a bottle of her favorite vodka in one hand and a fistful of painkillers in the other She no longer awaited him in the bedroom but underground and he could already hear her greeting words as he washed the painkillers down with the vodka "Took you long enough, asshole. Now where's my goddamn drink?"
And the undead were memories by Bogdan Dragos
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“I don't take a lot with me when I go cave exploring,” she said. “And I do go quite often. And I do go quite deep. It's because I always manage to find something there. Not something material, but a feeling. It's hard to explain. Like Mother Earth herself holds you in a very tight embrace. Like she's squeezing you back inside the place you came from. And above all, there's of course the thrill. The thrill of knowing that you might no longer be able to get out of there. Ever. I love that. It's like the opposite of claustrophobia. I get aroused by feeling trapped. Squeezed. About to have the air squeezed from my lungs.” And there was no one, not her parents, not her friends or the strangers she spoke to over the internet. No one who could convince her that on her last trip she didn't…
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clear and distorted vision by Bogdan Dragos
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earlier today the curtains before the window just fell nothing touched or pulled or even brushed against them. They just fell They're still on the floor He doesn't feel like picking them up and putting them back why bother anymore Why bother with anything Ever He got out of bed only to grab the bottle and then went back and watched the stars outside through it switching from clear vision where the liquid was absent to distorted vision where the liquid was present The stars were smiling back but they couldn't speak back. And the moon was absent tonight It would be one of those nights that leaves the whole bottle with clear vision towards the sky outside Just another night among many among all of them
“ghosts of the past and technology” by Bogdan Dragos
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it's hard to get bored these days there's all these gadgets and technology and stuff and there's the ghosts of the past to keep one company and, if smart enough, one can learn to combine them He lied on his bed and finally turned on his phone The notifications were there and they assaulted him. The missed calls and the text messages YOU PIECE OF SHIT! ROT IN HELL GO DROWN IN SHIT, YOU ASSHOLE! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS DOING A NUMBER ON YOU! EVERY. SINGLE. LIE. YOU TOLD THERE'S A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL FOR FUCKERS WHO MAKE SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM AND THEN TURN AWAY. YOU'RE GOING THERE!!!!!!! HEY, I'VE THROWN YOUR PICTURE IN THE FIREPLACE. I'LL SEND YOU THE VID OF IT BURNING SOOOO NICELY. JUST TO KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT SOON. OH, HOW SOOOOON... He turned the phone off…
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Daydreaming as a profession 