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Die With ConvictionAs the first fingers of dawn reached out for me over the horizon, I prepared to make my final stand. I have to say, out of all the ways to die, I never expected that I would find my end waiting for me on the roof of an abandoned Wal-Mart. I certainly never thought I'd have to face it alone. The soft crunch of grit beneath my now tattered sneakers was the only sound as I rose to face the rising sun and look out upon the alien wasteland that had once been my home.
Although I had lived there my entire life, the city was almost wholly unrecognizable to me now. It was strange, like going back to visit your old grade school. Everything was so familiar and yet none of it quite fit with your memories. Like someone had demolished the whole place while you weren't paying attention and replaced it with an almost exact replica, with the details altered just enough to be uncomfortable. I could recognize the shape of my ho
Touch YouI want to touch you - softly
trace the hard lines
Fingertips shy, fleeting like love bright new
The hollow of your neck
Each touch a secret ward
A quiet magic
to keep you
to keep you
Though your warmth has long since faded
from my bed sheets.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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