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Odds & Ends was written in faded Sharpie, a remnant of a move from years past. While unpacking, I pulled out a brass clock the size of a small rock. Light from the eastern window illuminated the rust that had tainted its edges, and the clock felt cold. Tick, tick, tick. The sound reverberated into my skull. The sickening sound of a heartbeat trying to break out of its ribs. Almost a countdown to a collapse if the ticking ever ceased. If the movement ever stopped. If the panic seeps in. But you’re not in here anymore. The hands moved erratica...
One minute I was planted in this plane of existence and the next, I am weightless and floating in a void. The dark pressure surrounds me and there is no light to guide me out. How did I even get here? I’m flying of a sort. Try as I might, I can’t move very far with no gravity to assist. It’s as if I’m underwater and unable to swim back up. “Hello?” Not even an echo in response. The oppressive silence envelops me, sinking its teeth into me and I begin to spiral. I am completely alone in this situation. Is this a punishment? In ...
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I pulled up beside the curb and parked. Waiting, I took in my surroundings. A small parking lot packed with vehicles, long windows on a rectangular building, and trees without leaves. I turned the radio off in my old Honda, wondering when I'll be able to stop waiting for a new car. The paint was chipped, the exterior was ruined by dents from hail, and there are strange noises that come from under the hood. However, it much resembled me. Waiting. Normal people who live regular lives grow sick of waiting for everyday things. They take advanta...
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