Monthly Archives: June 2013

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Jeremy came home and he didn’t wanna talk, I said hi but he told me to shut up, a door slammed, he locked himself in, I went to knock and stopped when I heard crying from within, I bit my lip then knocked and waited but nothing happened so I went back out, the front door was open, I closed it, saw his shoes, caked in mud with splotches of red, he was outside sobbing, said he killed a cat, I didn’t know what but then there was blood, sat him down and told him to talk but the cops were at the door, I barely had time to tell him anything he was off running, I hit the cop who had come in, floored him then his partner pounced on me, I heard something crack and there was shooting pain, then I heard a shout and Jeremy was standing there with a gun, he fired and the cop jerked, I pushed his bleeding corpse off, told Jeremy to get our stash, didn’t know what kind of shit he’d gotten us in but I didn’t wanna stick around to find out, we made it out the back, my side was hurting like crazy, I yelled after him, what cat?, he didn’t look back just kept running, we wanted to get away from whoever would chase us, but how do you run from yourself, when the ghost of the past has clawed himself into your mind, always there, you’re running in circles, there was no Jeremy, I never did crack, so if these memories aren’t mine, whose past am I reliving

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The creaks you hear from upstairs are actually different parts of the house expanding or contracting.

What sounds like marbles is the echo of water dripping down pipes.

‘Footsteps’ are also a result of wood expanding or contracting.

So someone tell me why the hell I keep finding long strands of hair in my pillowcase.

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Hey, that’s so lucky! Looks like you got good karma!

I know right! I’ve been practicing!

Haha okay I’m gonna go throw up now!

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Might be gross, discretion advised.

We were looking for something small that went missing, when we detected movement in one of the canvas bags. That wasn’t something any of us expected so I think you can forgive us for choosing to ignore it the first time round; many strange things happen here, most of which do us no good to pay attention to.

But then the movement was back, furious, and I had to check.

I opened the bag and there was a…kitten. But it was not a normal kitten. For some strange reason, that kitten had crawled into a box of tissues, and somehow poked its head and four legs out of the box. It looked like the tissue box had replaced its body.

And I was more right about that last statement that I had hoped to be; by some chance, the box and tissues had somewhat melted all around the kitten, making separation an extremely impossible-seeming task.

The kitten looked to be in bad shape so we tried and managed to drip water into its mouth. After awhile though, I felt we really had to get the kitten out of the box.

I had with me a pair of tweezers. After a moment of getting my nerves together, I went ahead to peel away the layers of the tissue box.

But as I was pulling away the first ‘layer’, the entire box broke in half. At first I thought I had made unexpected progress. Then I saw that the head and two legs were attached to one half of the box, and the other two legs in the other half. It was after a full second that what had just happened hit me and I yelled out in shock and pushed away the broken body and ran out of the room.

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1: So aren’t you gonna do anything about it?

2: I told you mom, I’ve got enough on my hands. This is just an unwanted headache.

1: Surely you’re not gonna leave it just like that??

2: Yes, I am!

1: Huh!

2: I told you Ma, its just not who I am. I’m a pacifist, ok? I don’t do all this – well whatever it is – you expect me to do.

1: You listen here, young man. Do you have any idea how much your father and I work just so you-

2: Why don’t YOU listen for a change! Its not like I’m totally cool with it. No! Its been bugging me from the start, it always bugs me, and I can’t take it! Here I am trying not to screw up, but everything is falling apart; the least you could do is tell me I’m right. Is that really so much to ask for?

1: What, like telling you ‘you’re right’ will solve things?

2: You see, you just don’t get it!

1: What is there to get!!

2: How I feel!!! Every-

1: And what about my feelings, huh?

2: …

1: …

2: Well you know what?

1: …what

2: …I th-… well

1: What.

2: Well I think. You. You… well I think you should just fuck off.

1: WHAT?!!

2: Yeah you h-

1: HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YO-

2: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

*storms out of the house

1 stands there, eyes wide, breathing hard, figuring out how to react.

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