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Kaeley Lyons

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They Don't Die In This One

The glass of the terraforming dome outlined the sky. Color seemed to swirl on it, the half-sphere resembling a bubble catching the light. Tones of pink and orange dropped into it like oil. The structures climbed skyward, nearly touching the dome’s ceiling. Though dark outside, the city kept breathing, light reflecting off glass and gleaming in the artificial rain’s remnants on the ground. Everything was white and sharp, the windows catching the image of the girl like a mirror. Her dark, curled hair. Black tattoos of long-extinct Terran flowe...

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“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

Everything was foggy; the memory illuminated only by the light of Heaven. The mother and daughter were sitting under the window of their house, the window panels over the glass, holding up the entire outside world. Entirely foundational. Everything was bright, and the girl lay, tucked under her mother’s arm, as her mother sang. They weren’t very good singers. If women’s voices resembled bird songs, they sounded like the screeches of crows perched on the laundry line. Their voices were throaty before they leapt up, larger than life, and took ...

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Moore, Mallory - MRN; AO294831 - 10/20/2005

NAME ON FILE: Mallory Moore DATE OF BIRTH; 10/20/2005 CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 20 years and.. PARENTS: Winfred Moore-Smith and Rick Moore DATES OF ASSESSMENT: 10/11; 10/15 DATE OF REPORT: 10/17 IDENTIFYING DATA AND REASON FOR REFERRAL: Mallory is a twenty-year-old Caucasian young adult who was referred to by the courts to determine cognitive and emotional status after [REDACTED]. Mallory has a history of intrusive thoughts and behavior akin to mania, including impulsive actions (purchases, speeding while driving) and at times an irritable mood. D...

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What Are You Really?

“Thank you for making it to the interview,” the captain said. They’re a prim and proper person, with their hair in a tight ponytail. Their face is hairless, not an inch of makeup aside from the slight grease-shine that comes with using chapstick. They wear a military jacket without a single wrinkle in the fabric, a flight suit that fits tightly against the skin but appears modest, and they tuck their cargo pants neatly into their shiny black boots. “I am aware that we asked you to do this with little notice, and I wish to apologise.” “It’s a...

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I'll Be Right Behind You

Drip, drip, drip, drip. Water seeped out of the cracks in the ceiling and then exploded onto the forming pool below it. The drips would indent; an echo cracked throughout the room, like amber being shattered across a surface, and then it would settle again, as calm and black as a cloudless night sky. The echo across the bathroom walls sounded more like a ricocheting plop rather than a drip. Drip, drip, drip, drip. Her knee-high socks were soaked and clung to her skin like Saran wrap. Every drop of water resembled a bead. The water would come...

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AITA for not believing my wife when she says there is something in the attic?

Verdict: Asshole Hi everyone, long time lurker, first time poster. My wife, 28 female, is currently refusing to talk to me, 39 male, due to the situation at hand. She is currently no contact with her family for reasons I won’t disclose here, and my parents are refusing to take a side, so I really wanted to get a third opinion. For context, we recently got a house built on the property where my family lives. My family has always been farmers, and we live in Appalachia; West Virginia, specifically. I wanted to be closer to my family, and my wi...

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The Dreamland Mall

The Dreamland Mall exhales; its breath cold and steady like a stream. It knew, deep down, that it used to be a beautiful place: dark lacquer tiles that shone like a mourning widow’s lips, brick pillars that shot up into arched, windowed ceilings, and big hanging baskets of plants that cascaded down like waterfalls. It was a fractal: hallways upon hallways, growing narrower and narrower. In the center of The Mall was a play place. Rusted yellow bars arched up toward the ceiling, cartoon plastic trees littering the fake-grass floor. Spherical ...

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The Last Ten Minutes of Her Life

Drowning can happen in as little as twenty to sixty seconds. Unconsciousness happens when there is no oxygen for under two minutes. Within four to six minutes, the brain, heart, and lungs reach a state beyond what can be revived. Ten minutes without oxygen causes severe, lasting brain damage, with a coma almost certain. Drowning feels like an intense pain and burning in the chest, with this panic that burns and bubbles over before being slapped with an intense calm and becoming nothing at all. Welcomed by blackness rather than eigengrau. Mar...

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Gone Was Any Trace Of You

Trigger Warning: Aspirin and alcohol Abuse, Drunk Driving, Grief, Implied Loss of Life and Mentions of Hospitals ──────────────────── He had never driven before today. But he was resting one hand on the shift lever, rubbing his palm over the oddly sticky top, and had the other hand digging into the steering wheel, feeling the faux leather of the wheel cover sear into his hands and starting to feel like a rug burn. The gas pedal was pressed all the way to the floor, and he couldn’t be bothered to cast a pale blue eye down at the speedometer t...

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The Perfectly Average Charlie Banks

Charlie Banks pushed the glass door and stepped past the threshold; the door was foggy and scratched, making it hard to see through. A bundle of bells on a string rang from above the door. It looked like a perfectly average thrift store, with shelves and racks lining the walls. Some seemed to stretch so high that they reached into the void-like fog of the ceiling, with items going out of sight. Some of the shelves were metal, some shelves were wood, and some were made of thin wire; others were made of pure stained glass. The shelves were cov...

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XIII

October 31st, 2005 - “Endings, change, transformation, transition.” Hannah presented the card, an armored man with his face hidden, on a horse, surrounded by people begging. That was accurate, at least. People begged for change, that doesn’t mean that they got it. “This is such horseshit,” is what Amelia said, “Total fucking horseshit. It’s a piece of fucking cardboard! What grand revelations am I going to be taught because of a piece of fucking cardboard.” “Miiiaaa,” Hannah whined, “Can you just do it, for me. Please.” There was an emphasis...

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Mourning War Machines

It was the last day of her employment, and she couldn’t wait to die. She just wanted to go to college. She joined the army and ended up on this ship on the edge of two territories because she just wanted to pay for her college. This was supposed to be her last day before the ship docked on a planet at the edge of the galaxy, where she would dismount, and then she could do anything she wanted in her life; all she had to do was carve the path. She could practically taste the freedom. She was sick of these leaders who could look at the entire u...

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