March 2012
February 2012
A land of grass and hills.
jamiekinn:
And then she came onto a land of grass and hills.
She had been certain the wasteland was never going to end. Grey deserts and fields of slate. Howling wind. Hot days and freezing nights. And then the mountains had come, silent, distant. Black teeth on the horizon. She had been forced to go south for miles before finding a reasonable pass over their heights.
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Infinite Regress
jamiekinn:
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Animal instincts, animal extracts. Bone powders and bone grinds. Strike the bone against the flint. Forty-degree angle, eight hundred pounds per square inch. Extract a blade. Fasten the blade to a branch. Becomes a spear. The spear enters flesh. The spear enters bone. The spear sits behind an inch of glass. The spear glimmers benign under spotlights. Eyes click in their sockets,...
Dead Rat
jamiekinn:
June stared at the dead rat in her closet, at a loss. For months she’d been hearing it scuttle around her apartment at night, little feet on the hardwood floor, droppings in to morning to mark where it’d been. With disdain she’d sweep up the little black pellets with her hand broom and deposit them in the trash. Almost every morning. So often it’d nearly become routine.
The mousetrap...
