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He entered the cave and whipped out the papyrus. He didn’t have much time. He noted down the date and time and roughly where he believed he was located. He made some quick observations. He wrote about how the blond girl’s heaving bosom had affected his respiration. He tried to tell what it had meant to see his crown again. He wrote his name. Then he stashed the papyrus and went back out into the rain to recommence his running.

Portal

There’s a portal, from Richmond Hill, Ontario, Canada to Atlanta, Georgia, USA, that only Fedex knows about. They use it to move packages quickly from one part of the continent to another. They keep it a secret. A carefully guarded secret! Some kids in Richmond Hill have found out about the portal. They want to try to use it for the good of humanity. But Fedex is determined to stop them from revealing the secret of the portal.

Curtain of Wind

She felt like she was walking through a curtain of wind. Yellow air breathed down her neck and made her shiver. She heard a sound, like something hopping happily through the canals deep inside her ears. She touched the fork that was sitting on the table beside the plate of eggs she’d made three hours earlier.

His fingers, from a certain angle

His fingers, from a certain angle, seemed massive, even frightening.

  We tried not to look at each other. We were so close together.

  The boy looked at me, then, but quickly looked away.

  The noise of his regard was not quite deafening, but it was very loud.

beautiful is nothing

The text that has been scrolling forever down the mangled forearm of your reaching desire is gone suddenly one morning. You are shocked. You want it back. 

My job

My job, as I see it, is to take you to the shore of your life and, depending on the weather today and how much sleep you got last night, just go from there. 

You wake up in bed with your shoes on, but you ain’t give a fuck

Hello. I am Cathy and I am everything of a vision of love that you could ever want. My pendulous earrings hang low over your world and rotate you like a planet in the thrall of its sun. I’ll fuck with your head till you ain’t give a single solitary care for this mussed up world, including, but not limited to, your corporeal self that hankers fit to bust.