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FingersIt is only after I have been at my new flat for some months that I begin to receive mail other than bills and offers to enter prize draws. One of my first personal envelopes contains a scrawled message from an old acquaintance with whom I was friendly many years ago. I am distressed to read that my friend is deeply unhappy, and I am disturbed further to read that if he receives no reply to the letter I hold in my hands he will feel compelled to chop off one of his fingers with a kitchen knife. Days pass, full of inconsequential incidents, until a small parcel arrives. The postmark indicates that it is from my friend. With trepidation IFingers
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ShearsI make a daring escape from a maximum security prison camp, and, after effecting my egress from the moist tunnel, plunge headlong into the trunky darkness of the serried conifers that encircle these regions. I scramble beneath the needled branches for some time before I realise I have a pair of garden shears embedded in my stomach, the weathered handles protruding in the direction of my escape. I attempt to wrench them from my flesh, but the pain is too great. Reluctantly I leave the shears in my belly, and stumble onwards. With deepening anxiety, I become slowly aware that with each step, the blades of the shears move infinitesimShears
by `artoxicated
New JobAfter a tortured night I awake full of determination. I review my position, and consider with circumspect gravity my inner strength. My new job demands much, and I eat my breakfast whilst wearing a serious and adult expression. I suck the hot coffee with a professionally pained mouth, and flip the pages of my broadsheet nonchalantly. I swoop back up the stairs in my towelling dressing-gown, and fling open my wardrobe in a manner which I assume to be casual and easy. My suit hangs in front of me, full of nothing. It is up to me to fill it with myself. I pull on the trousers, and carefully fold my penis behinNew Job
by `artoxicated
LaboratoryI obtain a poorly-paid job in a dusty laboratory. The afternoon sunlight falls into the room through yellowing venetian blinds, and I pass the time making tea and answering oblique questions desultarily during collapsed conversations. As time passes in its tedious way I slowly become aware that the experiments taking place in the laboratory are at best sinister; and at worst, evil. At least eighty per cent of the hypotheses are obviously invalid and intended to support revolting surmises. I increasingly spend most of my time in the kitchen, staring at the limescale that bedecks the overflow of the sink. I fancy that I can see emerLaboratory
by `artoxicated
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If i comment on your work, it's because it shows promise. If you get critique, it's meant to be just that. Hints and tips.
New content ftw
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If i comment on your work, it's because it shows promise. If you get critique, it's meant to be just that. Hints and tips.
Was fun to finally check you out here
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If i comment on your work, it's because it shows promise. If you get critique, it's meant to be just that. Hints and tips.
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Samuran's moved to a new account: =lifemachine
Hope to see you around!
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