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What We Pretend to BeWhat We Pretend to Be A SHORT STORYWhat We Pretend to Be
“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be,” - Kurt Vonnegut
“Ashley, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Mr. Goulburn beckoned, nodding to a woman dressed in black. Black, black and more goddamned black – the colour scheme of evil. Ashley smiled when he remembered he’d bought three new black suits this week. “Mrs. Akra, this is Ashley – the promising young man I spoke with you about,” casual enough introduction, though Ashley knew there was nothing casual about this. He reveled in the flash of pride up his spine the others aren’t her
by ~Fanghorn
Our EndCreepersOur End
They’re fashioned out of wood and brass, held together with crude iron pins that push into skin, through flesh.
“Masks for those who hide!” his lover cries, her mouth stretching obscenely wide, as though the words are bigger than she is. “Masks for those who lie!” Her hand drips as she picks up a carved face and it’s as though her skin is melting, moulding to the ebony. She presses it to Mark’s face, his scream shoved back into his gut as the iron pins slide down his throat.
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He wakes, sweating pink through the sheets, and inhales two bottles of Ron’s gin (all he could find in th
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It Will Start With PainA Prophecy A SHORT STORYIt Will Start With Pain
It will start with pain, as most things do, in a quaint little village painted over hell. There will be no kiss as neither will be strong enough to face the vulnerability a kiss brings. Neither shall find comfort in their touches, though both will search for it.
One will crack before the other, pulling truth from his throat and throwing it into the air between them. They will have lied to one another for so long by then that neither will know what to do with it. So he’ll leave, the truth speaker, and he’ll wander about a village he’s long since grown out of. He’ll drink until the trut
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