Tag: twistedsister
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FICTION — Conservation of the Species
The sky explodes as the runner’s trainer splashes down into a puddle on the dirt track. The mud that he kicks up spatters his legs and joins the zig zag of red lines that bramble thorns have already etched into his shins. A low sun warms his back and casts a shadow at his feet.…
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FICTION – Shards of Glass
I opened my eyes in the moonlit bedroom, and saw myself standing stark naked before the mirrored doors of my wardrobe. I say myself because it was me. Yet, also reflected in the mirror, another image of me reclined in bed, watching. Is this a dream or reality? I pinched myself. Nothing changed. Maybe, I…
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FICTION — Pieces of Forever
“Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying” – Gerard Way Tobias is an immortal. A living, breathing, actual, honest-to-God immortal. It doesn’t really matter how or why he achieved immortality, only that he has. And when one is over five centuries old but only looks to be a man of…
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Twisted Sister — Survival Issue
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive Bee Gees — Stayin’ Alive (1977) Now you have that song in your head. Forever. If not — hop over to YouTube and turn it up, and embrace one of disco’s finest. Regular readers might notice…
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FICTION — Genesis
The silence is nice in the beginning. I don’t like most people, except for you, so it is freeing to be alone. The bodies are unsettling, though. Their cloudy gray eyes watch me as I dance away the first few nights, high on survival and disco. I can feel their resentment, their disappointment. I can’t…
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FICTION — And Then I’ll Live Forever
I am going to be immortal. That is what I tell myself as I strip off my clothes. My jeans first, then my T-shirt. I hesitate to remove my bra. I’ve never been comfortable showing my body to anyone. I made my first boyfriend turn out the lights and promise to close his eyes before…
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FICTION — Light and Scales
You meet him your second day in Charleston. More so, perhaps, you meet his violin. He’s wearing a suit you imagine cost as much as a car. As he speaks to you, he’s still holding his violin: a red piece of wood with scratch marks and a faded veneer. You wonder at the abuse the…
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FLASH — Salt of the Earth
He noticed I was crying again and lifted me up onto his shoulder. I was still a year off from being told not to cry, so I let loose with a mourner’s wail and bawled my eyes out. There, there son, he hummed soothingly, let it out, go ahead it’s all right. And I did.…
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FICTION — Exigent Circumstances
“Ginger, pull over here,” Detective Sheena Washington directed from the back seat of the yellow cab. Detective Virginia Stoddard studied the rear view mirror. “Sheena, we got enough info on this mope without you dressin’ like that and playin’ street whore.” She swung to the curb. “We’ll turn his ass up soon enough.” “Partner, this…
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POEM — Bound and Corseted
Lines thrown out, laughingly And teasing Soon entangled herself Ensnaring her bold ways Chest seizing With an Extraordinary tightness Reduced her To utmost compliance — strings pulled taunt She gasped At this strange turn Of events * Carly Zee enjoys chocolate, red wine, and erotica in near equal quantities. Her work appears around…
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