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I love our little home. Renewed the lease yesterday and it feels comforting; I wasn't ready to let go. I'll know when it's time. There are still things to accomplish here.

Hooting and Howling

Thomas Brimm Meets the Dead

The dissolving bath bubbles resembled faces. The faces of the dead, the boy thought. But who were they and what did they want with him? He was only eight, after all. He poked one of the faces right on the nose, and it disintegrated. There was a faint howl of pain. The boy stuck his ear in the water and jumped up almost immediately after, hearing small voices whispering "help." He pounded his fists into the water, into the face of each dead person. Water splashed everywhere, hitting the walls, the tiled floor, and even the ceiling. "I can't help you!" he screamed.

Dear Reader

a little creation on this calm Saturday...

Penny Bloom Meets a Helmeted Boy

Penny Bloom took a step to the left as the rubber ball whizzed past her head. She looked over her right shoulder and only saw a tree. She looked over her other shoulder and saw a head sticking out from behind the tree. It quickly retreated. She picked up the ball and walked towards the tree. "I know you're there," she said. "You don't know anything," the tree replied. Penny walked around the tree. A short boy in a football helmet stared up at her. "I'm keeping this," she said, holding up the rubber ball in her hand. Before the boy had a chance to protest, Penny ran off with the ball. A small "No!" followed her all the way home.

Time Above the Earth

Morsels

As they drink
Sweet coffee
Out of old
Dingy shoes
The powdered
Sugar air
Stings their lungs.
The drab girl
Standing at
The counter
Is picking
Moths out of
Cookie dough.

Above them
The ceiling
Stained with milk
Begins to
Crumble on
Their slick heads.
The old floor
Coated in
Cake batter
Finally
Gives up hope
And the girl
With the pair
Drop forever
Into pure
Saccharose
Nothingness.