Above|Below

The Valley

The rusted curves of blemished steel roofed the stretching valley, mutating the once captivating Emerald Slade into a minefield. Their edges were piercing yet brittle; chunks snapped, fell, and embedded into the broken layers of the unfortunate. In the wind, they squeaked, swinging back and forth in a cacophony of death. In the wind, they

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Rejoin & Rejoice

There was the loud crunch of a cicada being crushed. She winced and carried on, grinding her sneaker against the asphalt as she did. Crack. She grimaced and carried on, eyes turned to the sidewalk while she wiped her shoes in the damp grass of her neighbour’s front yard. Dead and dying cicadas littered the

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A Terra Ad Caelus

Day 1 Not really the first day. Fourth, maybe. Still nothing. No cars, no helicopters (makes sense), no people. Still chucking it down outside. Nosh is running low. Think this must have been the final lot to be shipped to the food bank. Just cans of green beans and fuck all else. Found this notepad

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Follow the Leader

There are around 1,500 malls in the United States. Over 300 of them are completely abandoned, being left to rot and collapse in on themselves as time shreds their presence from existence. The Animas Forks Mall is one of these places. The entrance, once featuring a manicured set of planters and an ornate stone arch,

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On the Dock

October 6, 1929 “Jack Marshall” I recall it being the last hour of my shift. I’ll tell you now, I was sick of all the customers coming in at the last minute asking for fish. You would think the sign saying ‘closed’ on the dock would suggest something, but clearly not. It was pissing it

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Horns & Spines

The only thing worse than the dusty ocean of prickly cacti was the uncertainty that came with nightfall. The goat knew this well. When its herder failed to return prior to sundown, survival became the animal’s primary objective. I can hear the howls already. I only hope they’re few in numbers. Hungry and in need

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Mr. D and I

When Mr D comes calling, there’s always the same questions rolling around in my head. What sound will I come back to?How long will I have been out for?And what things did Mr D do while I was out? Yesterday, the answers to those questions were:The last 30 seconds of Phil Collins and Maryln Martin’s

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