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The bar is small and dingy, the air thick with the smoke of cheap cigarettes. It swirls above the dark figures, forming a hazy fog over everything. The floor is sticky with spilled liquor, the bartender too busy ignoring everything but requests for another beer or another shot to notice. Not that anyone minds. Each patron is there for the same reason: to forget. From her corner, sitting alone at a small table, a woman looks on, her eyes glazed by alcohol. The haze in the air reflects the haze in her mind. She has drunk enough that the sounds around her fade into an indistinct buzz; her vision is clouded; she only sees blurry figures

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Penance by yaotl, literature

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Penance

Screw Driver by yaotl, literature

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Why did you have to love me? Every time I look there you are, your eyes, your face, your future. I don’t want to destroy that future; I don’t want to see that face in tears. And so I toil forward, no matter how much it hurts, and it hurts so much. Why did you have to look up to me? I am your hero, I am special, and I am awesome in your innocent little heart, incapable of any wrong. Delicate flower that is your mind, I shudder at the thought of what might hurt it. So I trod on, never mind that I want to stop so badly. And I love you, and I care about you. And it is you the final thread that holds me fast to this life I’d ra

My Journey by yaotl, literature

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My Journey

It shouldn't have taken this long. For a long time I wandered: lost, alone, unable to trust myself. Within, I called myself all kinds of names: screw-up, fuck up, lazy, weak... unable to get up on my own, I was merciless in my self-criticism. No one could have inflicted pain and remorse on me the way I did – not as effectively, and not as relentlessly. “Write,” “study,” “work,” “wake-up,” “get up already,” “DO SOMETHING!” The worse I felt, the more I scolded myself: mind over matter, yes?” “Just do it!” “raise your hands and type...&rdqu

The gargoyle-Chapter 1 by yaotl, literature

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The gargoyle-Chapter 1

The wind swept cruelly over the dead valley. Above, heavy clouds hid the light of the full moon. On the ground not a single creature was left outside, only the dead dust moved with the life of the wind, slapping against the bare rocks with thoughtless fury. But as dark and as evil as the night was, among its shadows moved a darker, more evil shadow. The wind seemed to slip past the figure without touching it, as if even it realized the nature of such being. She moved silently, in small but sure steps, finally reaching the cave in the belly of the oldest mountain. Its insides were made of thousands of passageways and entrances, an endl

The gargoyle - Chapter 2 by yaotl, literature

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The gargoyle - Chapter 2

The wind was singing in her ears. She was smiling. More than anything in the world she loved to fly. The day was hot and bright; the sun was high in the sky; there wasn\'t a single cloud in sight. For anybody on the ground, the valley would have been a death trap. But for her, whose wings carried her effortlessly through miles of dead sand, the valley offered her a gentle push, as if with a pair of hands held her afloat. She only had to extend her leathery wings and she could travel as far as sun. Far ahead, on the horizon, where the hot air makes the sky shiver, vultures circled in the sky. Lunchtime, she thought with envy. A rumbl

One day in a dream by yaotl, literature

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One day in a dream

Mommy I hear a voice in my head Mommy Of someone small, lonely, and helpless Mommy And at last, when I go to bed Mommy I realize… it\'s me I called her at night, and I called her today And forever I\'ll call her, again and again I am so lonely, and deep in my heart There is a wound, and I cry, and I cry Mommy She needs to be held Mommy This child who cries Mommy My feet are like lead Mommy Why can\'t I walk? She comes towards me, the child I see I look at her face, I cannot believe The eyes, and the mouth, the hair, and the face Yes, I know this person, this person… it\'s me Mommy Leave me alone!! Mommy Why can\'t I

Mind Games - Chapter 1 by yaotl, literature

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Mind Games - Chapter 1

The night had been lively. Hour after hour she had thrown her body into pirouettes at the club, in the small dance floor that no one cared to use at the back of the club. Sweat poured down her face, and trickled from her short hair. Her spins sent silvery droplets shimmering in the air as the music pounded in her ears. She ignored the exhaustion in her body, welcoming the ache in her muscles as a testament to her life. She let the rhythm and the music flow into her body and command her every step and her every jump. Her white, long-sleeved shirt stuck to her back, and her black sports bra showed through the sweat-drenched cloth

Brother love by yaotl, literature

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Brother love

The sounds of the battlefield fill my ears. My heart is racing; I never thought I would find myself in this situation. It stinks of blood and smoke; I step carefully over the dead bodies trying not to trip over them. I see different uniforms: members of both sides lay on the floor; separated by war, united by death, their blood is one and the same; it's all red. I have to smile. It's a bitter smile. I'm a writer, a journalist. No, right now I am a fighter. I guess I always was a fighter deep in my heart; maybe that's why I joined the service. I know I'm out of ammo; the supply train never made it to the base and my unit was sent to r

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