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Clarifying Pain

Image Credit: Nomad_Soul/Shutterstock.com   The clarifying pain Remains beyond the tears and cries And all the bargaining and lies Even now as the blood red dries And the Inquisitor dabs The weeping eyes Which watch him with such dull surprise … Continue reading

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Programming

Image credit: Nomad_Soul/Shutterstock.com They show me these awful images, on repeat. They call it conditioning – a necessary step to the evolution of my mind beyond the lesser experience of empathy. The heart, they say, is but a muscle, and … Continue reading

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God’s Face

On his sixteenth birthday they took him to the special church. There, they said, he would undergo the trials and the tortures that would cleanse him, redeem him and make him worthy. Worthy to look upon it, to see it, … Continue reading

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The Hospital

“This is the hospital where it occurred.” “Creepy.” He looked at her for a moment, then laughed lightly, appreciating her thoughts. “Yes, you could say that. But all abandoned places seem creepy I suppose. Particularly ones as old as this. … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction – The Baths

After the pain they would bathe you. After the torture there was usually blood, or bruised skin and aching muscles. With some little kindness, sometimes they used epsom salts in the baths. You would sink into them, ignoring the dirt … Continue reading

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(Flash Fiction) Picture on the Wall

In my uncle’s house there is a curious picture on the lounge room wall.  It hangs above the television, which seems an odd place for it, for something in its tone and feel is ancient. A thing long before electricity … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Five

  The readiness is all. I have a weakness here, I have to admit. My conditioning has had this impact, this effect, where my mind finds it hard to settle for long enough to truly plan and achieve. This has … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Three

      I had the nightmare again. I woke shaking around 3am, the witching hour, the hour when most people suicide, according to some article I read many years before. It is the hour when the temperature is coldest, … Continue reading

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