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mgray.: June 2010

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Quit your fucking crying," said Ed, pointing a stubby finger into Jed's nearly concave chest. "We all miss our Mommas. You aren't the only one in here. We're all stuck in this fucking pit.". Why can't we go outside, man? Jed hitched up his long overalls on his tall, skeletal frame as he strode over to the barn door and peaked outside. Toxic, Jed," Ed teetered on the edge of a barrel. His pot-bellied frame always made his positioning seem unstable. "You know it's toxic out there.". Better than in here, eh?

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mgray.: February 2011

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There was a party. All of the names and faces were there, sucking on tea and fine wine. None for me," said some young, plump dresses to the wine. "Harry and I are expecting." Other dresses fluttered with delight. The tuxedos ordered things "neat" and "on the rocks." Their voices were booming and low, heavy with thoughts of gold and golf. The vests shot around between groups of dresses and tuxedos, offering h'or dourves and ice water. No," said the vest. Yes, sir," said the vest. For several blissful days...

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mgray.: March 2010

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I can play the trumpet without the use of a trumpet. My name is Kelsey Grammar. I am not an actor. I am just a kid. When I was younger, I thought that the actor was my father. At fourteen I took a bus to Seattle, hoping to find Fraser’s apartment and reunite with my Dad. I never found him. I actually gave up before I reached Seattle because I couldn’t get across the Canadian border without passport or parents. Well, really, they wouldn’t let me on the bus. That’s not true. My name is Sam Malone. The Stev...

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mgray.: December 2010

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The Infinite Internet Disaster. This story was (un)inspired by my internet being fast, finally. Cal sat and ate and waited. He watched the thin green line spike up and down, inconsistently. He thought aloud, "What the fuck? The ETA was no better, bouncing around between one year and two hours and off to infinity. Anyway, Cal answered the door. Filling the frame and blocking the sunlight from entering before him was a hulking native man in a blue jumpsuit. Cal gazed up at Ralph expectantly with his sunken...

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mgray.: The Frustrating Sailor

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I never lived by the sea; I was always landlocked. My town had no rivers or streams or brooks or lakes or ponds or swamps or marshes. The only person who had a swimming pool was the mayor and I didn't know him. Most of the sinks and toilets and tubs in my house didn't work because of bad plumbing. I was not knowledgeable about or interested in water. Later there was a knock at my front door. I opened it to a short and beefy man who was holding a casserole dish. Lo, neighbour," he was jovial. His grin gre...

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mgray.: Wolf.

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He came to me from across a field. It was midday in September and I was taking a nap under a big old maple. He bleated in my ear. Hello," I said. I lowered my head, promising not to attack. Hello," he said back. His voice was like a bicycle horn with a British accent. "Where can a sheep graze around here? I looked behind him. The grass was long and green and sweet-smelling. "There," I gestured toward the field. November 22, 2016 at 5:12 AM. Siteniz cok guzel basarilarin devamini bekleriz. A 21-year-old s...

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mgray.: Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump

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Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump. I want to climb inside your chest and live there," so I did. Tiny and dim lights hung from great big blue streamers. The streamers swelled and so did the walls. The walls were red and soft and wet and smelled a bit strange and a bit lovely. The ground was the same as the walls and so was the ceiling. I walked around for hours. It was quiet and warm and dark and full in there. Your organs pushed me around, but it was in a nice way. In the meantime, you should probably go here.

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mgray.: November 2010

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At the retirement home there were grandmas and grandpas and old moms and old dads and old people with no children at all. They smiled and frowned and moaned, all gummy. I thought that this is where I would thrive. I am young, but I feel old. I am always tired and sore, all I want to do is sit. But I don't want to sit here. The furniture is moldy and stained. Aged people are not clean. Aged things are only lovely when they have been used exclusively by the young. How did I idealize this? Water pants. ...

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mgray.: October 2010

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Twice the candle; half-bright. His skin was peeling, and my skin was peeling, and I didn't know why, but I didn't like it. I thought maybe it had to stop sometime and I preferred sooner to later, so I decided to help it along. Then I was completely bare. He was looking at me, confused or scared. Everything felt raw and sore and I didn't know what to do, so I reached in the back of my skull and pulled out my brain. I put it on the ground and crawled into it, hands first. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).