Surreal

Chains Forged in Life

Dickens was on to something; these chains were forged alone. Not of greed, nor malice but of guilt and regret. Feel their weight, the tension that...
Cherry

Building C - Part Two

On a Friday, six weeks in, Coy was pulling from aisle eight when his scanner died. Battery. He walked to the charging station at the dock, swapped it...
Cherry

Building C - Part One

Coy Shumate clocked in at 10:47 PM on a Tuesday in March. Thirteen minutes early because the bus ran ahead of schedule and the break room had coffee...
Gold cherry

Circus Soleil and The Empress Card

She meets the balloon sculptor at the lido where the water is black and salted. When the tide comes in, the swells slop and jive her towards his...
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The Nameless Ones

Floating from place to place, free as the wind itself; known unknown travelling networks invisible, roots placed unseen yet life thrives. Every step...
Cherry

Black Mushroom Soup

We were walking down the street, on our way home from Shadow Pines Bistro. It was Saturday and our monthly meet up. Myself and three mates, all...
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Skipping the Surface of Time

Every day, a story written, memories added to life's tapestry; time marches ever onwards, it flows in one direction. To return, to travel back, a...
Cherry

A Bottled Instant

Art can exist in a vacuum but artists struggle to breathe in them. Art is temporary, fleeting, at least it is in the moment; inspiration flickers,...