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  Packing my Junk up for the Second-hand Store (Second-hand Store)

  

  By sparklylittlereddevil, Jyoyo, Japan

  Sometimes I’d see a beautiful light refracting And try to catch it, but then realize What would I do with it’s in my grasp? I sit amongst the sand of beautiful things Each and every thing unused, unwanted Glittery gold must lose its lustre at one point When its owner no longer finds value ...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Deep-space Delivery Man

  

  By sparklylittlereddevil, Jyoyo, Japan

  I’ve got to get out of these clothes—fast. In twenty seconds my space-pod is going to crash into Alpha-D-Zet, a small satellite orbiting the Fr8a planetoid. In sixteen seconds, the emergency escape options of this emergency escape pod are going to pop into place, trapping me in an air-tight, o...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Man Who Knew What Time Could Do

  

  By sparklylittlereddevil, Jyoyo, Japan

  So little time is spent Looking where the time it went Wasted, used, or wisely spent Often we forget that it is lent The kings above look down below Displeased with the seeds not sown So much gone to waste, alas, And all that's left is fields of grass From the skies descends the whi...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Murderous Tendencies

  

  By sparklylittlereddevil, Jyoyo, Japan

  Recently I’ve been suppressing urges to murder people. Come, now, we’ve all had those moments – why can’t the world just leave us alone, we bemoan, clenching our fists tightly enough to draw blood with our already-nibbled fingernails. There is a building in our stomachs, a pressure in our ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Fair-Weather Friends

  

  By sparklylittlereddevil, Jyoyo, Japan

  Violet: Frigid December is always cold, no matter how many years pass. It's funny, therefore, that we're always surprised it's so cold, yet we always lament when it leaves and summer comes, always want it to come months in advance as time is still patiently plodding on at its own pac...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Asymmetrically Incomplete

  

  By sparklylittlereddevil, Jyoyo, Japan

  See, there – he’s looking at me again. He is looking at me – I can tell. There with his glowing amber eyes, the soft glint of his pitch black hair, the way he runs his tongue over his incisors and back over his lips in a satisfied, gluttonous way. He stands up, stretches, and then saunters awa...