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President Lincoln and I by Irrelephantlovesyou, literature
Literature
President Lincoln and I
I.
If a shot rings out in a forest and no one is around to hear it, he asks me, will someone still end up dead?
II.
New shoes line his hallway by the door, pink stilettos and jet black loafers.
III.
The car won’t start and never seems to start, yet he never takes it as a sign.
IV.
The clock strikes twelve and we’re on the way to the theatre again.
V.
We’re driving and he says Jacqueline Kennedy isn’t dead because he saw her just the other day.
VI.
Static blasts from the radio as the car hums against the countryside backdrop.
VII.
The car doors won‘t open and never seem to open, yet he never takes it
Izaya's Valentines Day by WeirdGhostOnline, literature
Literature
Izaya's Valentines Day
If the over-abundance of pink and red decorations littering the streets wasn’t enough to inform people of the date then I wasn’t sure what it would take. I’m not even sure on why I bothered to set out today. Valentine’s Day was a day I avoided at all costs, even back when I was in Raira. Though back then I avoided it because so many girls wanted me to accept their chocolate. Why can’t they understand my love for humans is both unilateral and platonic? I cannot favour one particular human over the other, for it would be unfair. A God should love all his humans equally, no exceptions. Well no exceptions regarding h
Decay by Irrelephantlovesyou, literature
Literature
Decay
Once in a harvest moon, a wayward star falls from the sky, causing your vision goes sideways and the grayscale life you've led up to that point erupts into a shower of colors. You stagger to the bar on those nights, the always-empty dive off the road where car crash crosses mark unburied graves, and order a drink. No matter the spirit, it always tastes sweet on your lips, but not as sweet as the girl you always watch but never see in the corner of the bar. A beautiful disaster in a torn dress with glossy blue eyes, the type of girl you end up throwing yourself at, drunkenly stumble into her warm lips. They are a sweet mistake, and she is a sw
