The Slow Burn

Nothing more to do here. He burned this bridge enough. He dressed himself, grabbed his bag and left. He knew it really didn’t matter, he thought there was something between them but the sad thing was that he knew she didn’t really care. In two days he would be a bad memory that would be […]

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    I was her favorite actor. She saw me on stage, my character was funny, suave and cool. I never missed a line or stepped off my mark. I could always bring the attention to me and reward it with a quick one liner. She couldn’t get enough of me. She […]

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I’m hardened to other peoples problems. I’m tired of hearing of the most inane problems that people can’t deal with. I know that personally i don’t deal with worse and I will probably complain about things time to time, but this doesn’t mean what I’m about to say isn’t true. Your life isn’t bad. There […]

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Gunshots. They’re far off. Life’s pretty shitty when you learn how to tell how far a gun shot is from your place. It’s almost like counting for how far lightning is from you, only a lot more fucking depressing. Just heard more, further away now, must be heading more towards the city. There are people […]

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She looked at me with the sad confused look I got from her more than I’d like.
“What happened to the boy who didn’t drink? Who had a glass of water to toast with on new years?” she asked.
I stared for a minute trying to collect my memories. Filtering the real reason from a stream of […]

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