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#26: Life does not live here, if that is what I seek. All that's left are bones: canvases bleached by the window, scrawlings faded in the stone, untuned, antique instruments, ...

#25: Two cans and a string, walkie-talkies with one frequency, or maybe even smoke signals could best describe the way we communicate. I know that the novelty has got you ...

#24: They came in with the summer rain, shrapnel fell like hail, and tracers like snow. They rocketed the marketplace, and hearts were big as apples, and blood was syrup ...

#23: The moon waited behind the clouds; a light fringe gave away its position. The streets were all black stones and blue shadows, like body parts and blood. A 15 ...

#22: A girl raised a disheveled head, and her face gave a sleepy question. I mouthed that I needed some air, and she smiled (most likely not understanding) and lowered ...

Sarg's dueling rappers thread. Go google "Fear the Boom and Bust" video to see how the masters do it. Read out loud and with rhythm and force, preferably some made-up ...

I have yet to take the time to figure out what timezone these timestamps are centered around. I'm pretty sure I mentally do the math every time, but the number ...

#20: she always chewed her fingernails because her mother told her not to. the scraggly algae that lined her fingertips caught the fabric of her nightdress every night and slowly ...

#19: Considering the length at which you would jeer and patronize education, it was an unpleasant surprise to spot you in the library. I undid my step, moved reverse to ...

#18: Let the intellects push the sun away while I tear this hollow from my mouth. I'll revel without the suspense of day, plunge into the street's muddy gray, and ...

Matt: We never talked/interacted much during my year or two stay on TYWC...but you're a GIRL!!! (in case you hadn't noticed) :thud: ...Weird. You are easily the prettiest person (pseudo)named ...

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Thank you so much, Navita! Thanks for taking the time to let me know I'm not just shouting into an empty canyon (or quacking, for that matter). I wish I ...

#17: Music Box Song And when this story is over, it will begin again. I'll sit at the head of the bed and watch the night that creeps in through ...

#16: Oh, Honey, I'm sorry I ever left. I followed that siren song with deft urgency and found nothing but a million ways to say no. Oh, Honey, can you ...