fiction
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Colonel Bridges laid my first brick; he slathered the first layer of mortar. To that mortar he added a strong dose of his spittle. From there I rose over the city of Jackson, absorbing it into myself until I became the city, serving to lift the effluence from the works below into the heavens above.
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Domestic optimization was the norm. Doubtless the digital annulment date was preset, with the standard option to revoke if both parties agreed. Counselors would be notified and the newly decoupled would be placed back on the affinity market, with their newly developed partner preference tastes biometrically optimized.
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In my line of work, you see every kind of person there is. The overly dramatic, who’d jump in after the casket if no one watched them close. The screamers, who wailed and spoke to God as if He were an old drinking mate. The stern-faced uncles and hollow-faced aunts. The confused little kids wondering…
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Her grandmother’s house was not all she imagined it would be. It was more. A duplex adorned with wisteria, and a backyard that boasted a cornucopia of different flowers. She became a butterfly of homosapien descent, and paid visits to the flowers on a daily basis.
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Over the years, she learned the patterns. The steps were loudest when she was afraid. They quickened when she was about to make a decision she would regret.
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People paced about, and it wasn’t long before police and medical staff were on the scene. People poured out of the hospital’s main entrance and surrounded us. It wasn’t long before I found myself on a trolley being moved through the hospital. An oxygen mask went over my face, and I found myself taking deep…
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“I know darling. You’d let the world burn for me. But I don’t want you to. Please. Please.” “Why?” Why would she want to die? I held her face gently. She leaned into my touch.
