Father Out Of Time And Other Stories
- AGENT YASUKI
- ANDY GAMES
- ANTI FEATURES ON THE NET
- BLOOD OTAKU
- CURSEDHOPE
- CONTAINMENT MAN: A NUCLEAR CIVIL WAR
- DIARY OF A MECHA GIRL WITH FANGS
- EVILOCENSE
- I DRANK MY LAST COFFEE CUP
- IM A SEX DOLLS FOR MY THUMB DRIVE
- In Silhouettes They Moaned
- LADY IN THE WHITE DRESS
- LE AIRPORT DE TOKYO
- MELINA DE NOIR ET BLANC
- MUTUAL INTELLIGIBILITY
- MY LIFE AS A TEENAGER AT A ROBOT SCIENCE FARE
- PERVERTED WONDERLNAD
- THE BOMBER AND THE DANCER
- THE DOLPHIN'S LEID
- THE ENDLESS FOREST MAZE OF SECRETS
- THE GIRL WITH THE SHOVEL
- THE KITCHENWARE TILTS
- THE WAKING DREAM
- THE WIDOW GUNS
- THE WORLD BEGINS ANEW WITH MY DEMON FLAMENCO DANCER
- THREE MINUTES EARLY
- Complete Poetry
- MA JAPON
- THE PAST WAS CLEANER
- THEY COME FOR RICE AND WATER
- A BOND STRONGER THAN GUNS AND CANONS
- LOTUS BY THE PIANO
- CHRYSANTHEMUM CHANT
- SIFIYAPEHUMA
- ZOMBIE QUEEN OF ALL
- SCRAPYARD OF BOTS
- MY DAYLING COCHCON
- ROBONEKUROFIRA
- BEVILED TINES
- ALLIES OF INCONVENIENCE
- LE ALSACE DE DECIMATION
- KOZUPAPPARA
- OBLIQUE ROSE
- ONLY EYES FOR ME MY ZOMBIE QUEEN
- TOMBSTONE WITH THE CROWS
- VAMPIRE STAIRCASE
- NOT PARIS OR TOKYO
- OUR LIVES NEVER FAR APART
- MARY AND BUDDHA
- OLD BOOKSHOP
- BEAUTY IN IMPERFECTION
- NOTHING THERE
- BROKEN ANGEL
- DISNEY FIEND
- WINTER MONTHS
- THE WIZARDS OF NEPTUNE
- VINDICATE NIHILISTS
- ONE CHRISTMAS WISH
- MY WIFE OF PORCELAIN AND WINE
- AWAITING RAILWAY STOP
- CIRCUS OF CYBERNETS
- VAMPIRE QUEEN
- THE EVIL TREE OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
- LETS HAVE A SMASH AT THE FUNERAL PARTY
- SASUKI-MARIE
- MIDNIGHT CHRISTMAS
- LIFE IN BLACK AND RED
- MIDNIGHT CHRISTMAS
- SECRET CIRCUS
- TRAIN TRACKS LIKE A GUILLOTINE
- THE TOILET PAPER CULT
- DESERT BANDIT
- GOOSE GIRL OF BROKEN DREAMS
- FINEST APPLE OF THE ORCHARD
- ONLY FOR YOUR LIPS
- HEMATO'S COMPASSION
- MIDNIGHT CHILLY, MORNING RAIN
- LADY IN THE WHITE DRESS
- SPECTRE BY THE WINDOW
- FROM K-POP TO PARIS
- VENGEFUL ANGELS
- LIFE IN BLACK AND RED
- HEADMAN'S FOREST
- STRAWBERRY JAM
- ATOMIC ROACH: THE ROACHLANDS
Flash Fictions Interconnected And Not
Complete Poetry [ Volume 1 ]
The Bomber And The Dancer
A stealth bomber flew overhead the city, searching for targets. These are various protesters from different activist groups. Playing like some repetive pop song.
Yet the song was nothing like the one in her mind.
When you have voices inside your mind, the clock is ticking. Now your dance and unwind. Spinning, spinning. With the midnight hour gone, the shadows now stir about. Midnight gives comfort, And not, now, temptation to shout. Shout Wanderer in the midnight light, by the midnight starlight. Behold the old shadows, as they wander into the light all on the wall. Lost in a dreary life walking into the darkest night. As I come walking I seek the comfort, sleep comes soon.
Life is a pair of clogs tossed on the floor, the sound on floor tumbling like a bowling pin. Tumbling, tumbling. The midnight hour is now past, the handbook is burned singing of old carols torturing young winter mind. Temporary pleasures of a measure fraught with much pain a dreary life profane wincing, wincing. Diaries, how they can explain your worries. And yet are not always meant to pursuade, as one fantasizes about girls under the blade:
The flesh is so very tinder, as one pokes it waiting for its split. The neck so long, long and slender limping, limping.
The mind is in a long trance, for the girl of France. Lusting after that neck, poking gently with my teeth biting. Biting, that tender neck. The blood flowing down my teeth, for the girl of wine fields and sheep. The sensation of a blade going down her neck, the enraptured trance wrapping, her tapping on that wooden floor. With her tap shoes, to funeral marches and Hurdy Gurdys. For her life, was a whetted canvas tossed to the floor. Painted with all the ink in the world.
The raindrops on the floor forming midnight clouds, covering the cavern with the only light a lamp lit lighting the way:
This is her story, red blood resting on the floor. The bites remain locked into the fleshy breasts. She then winced.
She wanders the darkness, searching infinitely for something missing. Searching for some vague pleasure. Some pleasure the midnight beyond. As she waits for the noise outside to go away.
In the distance, she heard thunder claps. Then a rumble.
Soon she woke up in the hospital, as if from a dream.
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