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Lincoln Town Car (Inspired my the musical composition, “Swim Good”, by Frank Ocean)

Pay it no mind; ‘tis only the drippings from my wounded, broken heart. Or, perhaps, the blood belongs to her. Her body’s in the trunk.

—Christopher Houston

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Highway of Endless Dreams (Inspired by the M83 song of the same name)

Down the lonely highway she fled, her cherry red Mustang a chariot of fire. She drove and drove and drove until she was nothing more than a dusty, half-remembered dream.

- Christopher Houston

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A Moment of Clarity

It was only after sitting down to my coffee, watching a bicyclist ride by the window, that I realized I was never in love with her, but only at her. Suddenly the ring in my pocket felt much heavier.

- Adam K

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rinkside

We walk towards each other, eyes linked, frost from our breath creating a mist that swirls between us.  Skates bounce against my spine, urging me ever closer to you.  You cup my face in your hands, and kiss me, hot chocolate and cinnamon shimmering on my tongue.

 - Nyxie Winter

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Call Me!

Jeff heard the nameless girl enthusiastically tell him to call as he shot the door, nameless to him anyway. When he was done with them, he always forgot them right away.

Chelsea, Tabitha, and Mrs. Renfrew

“I’ll never be married,” mused the middle-aged woman as she sipped on free champagne and watched with shameful bitterness as a toddler in a tuxedo chased a group of newborn ducks. “I’m going to become one of those angry spinsters who’s mean to children and gives her cats people names.”

- MarielQ

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Blocks of Light.

I’m eternally tethered to the scent you fondly put upon your skin. My eyes are blinded by your statuesque figure and the surrounding light that helps to define it. The glimpse of your suicidal gaze froze the track of my whole universe and from that moment on I know it’s always a great wonder to see you again.

- Evil Doer

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#Occupy My Heart part 5

Inauguration Day came and the Occupy Movement met the Tea Part in a battle of protests, as usual and on schedule. “Jenn and Steven are together,” Larry shouted as he told both sides that Jenn, an Occupier and Steven, a Tea Partier, were lovers. The horror this caused on both sides was everything Jenn and Steven had feared it would it would be; a fight started, a shot and a scream… but who had been hurt?

Miss the previous parts? Check out the archives…

Occupy My Heart

Wednesday Night

I thought he couldn’t get any more ridiculous. But then he kept me away by playing a harmonica until 3am. 

- Duchess of Words

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#Occupy My Heart part 4

The Tea Party and the #Occupy movement was once again clashing on a battlefield of words, this time on the eve of the Presidential Inauguration. Steven was sneaking out of Jenn’s tent in the Occupy camp before sunrise. He thought he’d gotten away clean, but he was seen by someone who knew him as a Tea Partier, the hated enemy.

 

Miss the earlier parts? Check them out below…

Occupy My Heart archives

Ring The Bell

The breeze she creates when passing still wraps around me like chains, immobilizing every physical function I possess. My feet fight against the pressure the universe applies with her passage, the muscles in my throat fight to create moisture and simultaneously yearn for air to pass into my lungs. She creates a constant struggle to continue living, and is the only thing that fuels my existence; marriage is my only option, as soon as i find out her name.

- Jared

I Kinda Cheated On You Too

I told my girlfriend I kissed another woman one time, she said she understood and had a “similar” experience. I won’t bore you with the details, but I don’t think basketball teams are the equivelent of kissing one girl one time.

Message Deleted

He spent hours crafting the perfect message to leave on her voicemail while she was on the plane. Something that would convince her to take him back. When she got off the plane, she accidentally deleted it, “Oh well, I’m done with him anyway.”

Ok, Cupid

Her mother’s skepticism, her coworkers’ derision and even that commercial she’d seen just the other day for a free background check service designed specifically for the Match.com crowd hadn’t deterred Cara from the prospect of fishing Mr. Right out of the internet dating pool. She’d even chuckled a little at the absurdly morbid thought that maybe ending up a serial killer’s latest victim would be preferable to eternal spinsterhood.  It wasn’t until he started pulling out her fingernails with a rusty pair of pliers that she reconsidered. 

- Mariel

#Occupy My Heart 3

They made love in Jenn’s tent, in the middle of the movements latest tent city. when the police came to tear it all down, Steven fled. Neither of them wanted to be caught together, not yet; they weren’t prepared for the chaos it would cause.

Miss parts 1 and 2? find them below…

#Occupy My Heart

#Occupy My Heart part 2


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