The Game of Prose

“Souvenirs”

The music’s loud and it’s exactly what she needs. The soundwaves mute the pounding of her heart in her throat and the crowd makes her comfortably numb. Before the breakdown there’s a melody and it replaces all the fear with supernatural power. The louder, the better and she’s realizing what a mess she was before… Continue reading “Souvenirs”

The Game of Prose

“Nociceptors”

The truth is, there are some things you never fully get over. Experiences, both pleasant and tragic, that have shaped you into the person you are today. Some things may always sting you when you remember, but you have to figure out how to live with it… knowing that those places, or that language, or… Continue reading “Nociceptors”

The Game of Prose

“This One Thing I Know…”

Pursuit and apathy have started to blend I’ve never seen a beginning look so much like an end This one thing I know: It’s not in them that I’ll find it It’s a shame for this long I’ve been so misguided Suggested by: C. Dos Santos

The Game of Prose

“Whimsical”

Twilight nears / Lake swans float away / Whimsical Suggested: O. Joan

The Game of Prose

“Tinkle”

“Who wears a unitard to a metal show?” Thrasher Anne quizzed Brain Laundry about his unusual choice of outfit. They were anxiously waiting in line to enter The Opera House, as the most epic death metal line up of bands flashed on the neon sign above the theatre. They made it past the search but… Continue reading “Tinkle”

The Game of Prose

“Never Again Will I…”

My heart’s been pounding at the walls of my rib cage and it’s starting to bruise. Twenty seven years and eight months of this. Keep counting. Sometimes I inhale to inflate those air pillows in my chest, as if it’s going to pad my ribs and keep my heart from bursting out. Taking on the… Continue reading “Never Again Will I…”

The Game of Prose

“Who”

Adia’s hands were covered in bubbles. She swished her hands in the soapy water, reaching for a spoon somewhere at the bottom of the warm suds. She gazed and squinted as she observed the hazy summer afternoon out the window in front of her. The wind had gone elsewhere, and left the world outside in… Continue reading “Who”