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Exchange - Orig.So, you're Cameron.
Dave called you "Cam."
I thought he'd found a nice girl.
He told me as much.
I'm not here to see you.
Where is my son?
He's not here.
I want him to come home.
And how would you know?
He told me.
Don't you pretend you know him better than me. I'm his mother! You took him from me.
That's your opinion.
My son was no queer before he met you!
I'm going to ask you to leave now. Goodbye.
The Rest is Silence - TFA OdCo"Easy, kid...shit, had a bit of a rough landing, there, didn't you? I've got you, you're alright."
When he woke up, he was disoriented; anyone would be, given the circumstances. Once the world stopped spinning, he noticed he was in some sort of office, partially obscured by either light, or fog, or possibly both. There were people talking, phones ringing, shoes pounding against concrete, just far away enough that he couldn't make out any words. It didn't matter, of course; somehow, he knew they wouldn't be able to hear him.
"Christ, yer too young t'be here. 's yer name, kid?"
One Week - WWOn the first day, Panzer knows it's a bad idea. He should be home, lying in bed, what with his leg and all. But it doesn't feel right, to leave Cyris. He knows Cyris, he loves Cyris, his dearest friend, and he can't abandon him; not when the boy has lost everything else.
So Panzer stumbles along, following their footsteps in the dirt, ignoring the throbbing of his bad leg. He likes to think he has a chance to catch up with them, even though they have two good legs apiece to travel on, and he has to constantly back-track when he loses their trail.
He can do it, he thinks as he settles in for the ni
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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