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Author: jbdurnett
The Theta State
Oryx flipped and dodged with the perfect poise of a talented dancer. He tiptoed while simultaneously flinging his legs enough to cartwheel and side flip as easily as breathing. His talent came in handy. It'd taken so long to show his companions that there was more to the Magnetic Oryx than most had heard. Agility, …
Black and White
I can't choose. Even when there's a choice to be made. The only thing I ever know for sure. One side is black, the other white. Swirling until I decide on the future.
BLACK
through world after world, flashes of screens, cracks in fire,we fly, we fall, we see nothing but black,when sails unfurl, and the means to charge down,grafted by barbed wire, strewn to a wall,blight and wails, cries and mauling,we see nothing but black. we see nothing but waves of ruin,barrels of brew, to brush or doom,soon …
Opening a Few Doors
The group was prepared. She'd explained in endless detail that she would turn to stone by the morning. The first tinge of light started a chain reaction. Her insides were attacked by magic like a rabid parasite took over. Her skin bleached white, and then became dotted and overcome by cement-like stone. She'd placed her …
Bright and Early
Coral in the sea of emerald, the rolling, crushing waves breaking the beach. Sand thrown aside, rocks thrown in line, and there I am, a pinwheel caught by the wind. One droplet gathered in the clouds. It falls on a single seed somewhere in the desert. And all I can think about is--I don't know …
WHITE
wide hearts inside, tiny earsgather sight, listing underwater mixwithering hair, ink teaming everywheregutting sounds like ugly mouthsgnawing to--
Artificial Material
The last thing he remembered. A flash of pink, and a burning white. He remembered his wife and twins, his wife and family, his wife and--Screams and alarms. Crumbling. A fall. And a hard hit to the ground. Underground. He remembered the attack, some gone instantly. He remembered a bubble--His head was covered in some …
The Feeling of the Day is…
Resistance. It's not a feeling of being lost. More, misplaced. Scrambled rather than being a black hole of nothing. What's the point? There is none. There doesn't have to be a reason. Just as there doesn't have to be a reason to breathe and live. Writing doesn't need a reason--this is something that I consider …
Fragile
What is the reason? What is the reason?Following, running away, writing in fearThe magnitude of all ascending, the brightest star in the sky. A crab nebula, a cluster.What is the reason? In the void of the mind,for the Earth to be emerald diamond.What is the reason? for a charging bull,breaking every piece, every fragment,weighing down …
Just Buckle Down 