Tag: noir
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10 June: A Six Sentence Story
To Hurt is to Steal The clinic lights hum —guilty, guilty as saints in hiding. The nurse peels back the bandage …to heal is to steal, you whisper it—not to her, but to the wound’s ruby grin, a slow eclipse hoarding your flesh like a miser of moonlight strands. Outside, crows heckle the parking lot, tallying…
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GloPoWriMo Day 24: Noir Harvest
The Noir Harvest When a river risesyou can’t see what’s underneath.She didn’t see the change,and couldn’t remember whenhis tone turned, as if his every wordwas pointed as a wood splinter.He breathed between each word,punctuating punches,rapid, spittled, as if drowning inhis own skin.And he wastoo close to her face,his lungs like gills gulpingup the air that…
It's Still Life 