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Arlow Badams

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Micro me: part flash fiction revolution guerrilla fighter, part regular gorilla. Totally bananas. Fond of bandannas.

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Joined October 2021
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THE TEAR COLLECTOR just reached 100 reviews on GoodReads. Wow! Grateful to everyone who has read it, rated it, reviewed it, and/or continues to spread the word. Sequel is coming soon.
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Brooke@BrookePercy110 Jan 2022
Being #amorous was fun, until we stopped & saw we'd #broken_teeth. #vss365 #haikuhorrorprompt
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The titan rises from the sea, bloated from ages under water. Sallow and sagging, there’s a tear like a canyon where Zeus’ lightning ripped the being wide. From the wound it pulls intestines long as borderlines, lassos mountains across the globe. Pulls the world down.#horrorprompt
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On the moonlit beach, seaweed lies in glittering heaps like glistening intestines pulled from the belly of a mortally wounded ocean. She smiles, her eyes black as the tide. Mermaids were never friends of men. She swims toward the oil platform. #horrorprompt
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I ask only one boon for my service—a single taste of her infamous kiss. Hemlock and heroine, glossed with blood of fallen heroes, outlined by the ashes of forgotten kingdoms, her affection is a spider’s love. Still, I long to be in her web, entangled by her poison love.#crowcalls
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He loves autumn best, waits for the leaves to pile in glittering heaps on the sun-drenched earth. It's only then he can still hear the footfalls of his old hound padding along behind him as if he'd never left. He doesn't look back as he murmurs, "Good boy." #vssnature
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There’s something hypnotic about her eyes, the slow, methodical way she wraps herself around me. So tight. Her musk is strong in my nostrils, her skin impossibly smooth. She gently takes me in her mouth, wrings every drop of passion from me. Then swallows me. Whole.#horrorprompt
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#Perspicacity won’t save you. Love is a sneaky git. It invades you in songs, slips in during movies, all wreck and ruin, a longing for things that don’t exist. Forever is foolishness, romance an abstraction. If you’ll accept this ring I’ll devote my life to showing you.#vss365
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I am silent on a page. And the world is far away. I am in the white space. Leaning on the black ink. No rush of images. No story pulling me along. No 10-second jump to another watch. Another song. I linger on a line. Read it over and over. Close my eyes. This moment Is mine
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My new #poem You Night published in Vita Brevis Press Anthology III "...A bat-eyed wind blew, and the earth turned toward itself/I thought to myself: you night, how painful you are...." #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #poetry shortprose.blog/2022/01/06/m…

My Poem You Night Included in Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology, III - Short Prose Short Prose

Short Prose - Gabriela Marie Milton - Poet and Publisher, #1 Amazon Bestselling Author

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We find #Lucifer on Mars, nesting in a canyon, hunched over eggs, cigarette bright as a star. He tells of a war, cries for the fallen. Says angels won’t hatch in a desert, devils can’t live in the cold. Lends us his wings to get us back home. Sits on forever and waits.#CrowCalls
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In life he lived for #dissipation: the glass ring of a bottle, a needle’s sweet sting. In death he serves the derelicts, nameless protector of snaking alleys. Cat-eyed hunger, still dressed in the tatters of a raincoat, his new addiction demands violence and blood.#BraveWrite
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#vss365 No one stayed long,I understood The #house was unliveable,precisely because it lived It was a pretty structure that hid the anger father poured into the mortar,crushing it between weighty bricks of dissatisfaction The walls stored our pleas for mercy ,in midnight echos
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He talks of vacations we’ll never take, about building a #house we lived in for 20 years. Says I’ll finally make varsity. Next year. The machine #vents his lungs, forces promises from his withered mind. I don’t have the heart to tell him there is no tomorrow.#vss365 #horrorprompt
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VSS by AI@vss_by_AI7 Jan 2022
A house is built on sand. The wind blows through the straw. The wind blows through the straw. Where the Lion once roared. #vss365 #house #vssAI
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“Magic isn’t free,” I say. “Every spell costs me #memories.” My husband smiles. “I didn’t know that, dear.” I conjure wine for him. Preparing to do the same for me, I say, “Magic isn’t free. Every spell costs me memories.” He sips & smiles. “I didn’t know that, dear.” #vss365
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I run a love #junkyard—broken vows, busted promise, yesterday’s sexts, forever-and-evers gone out of style. Ain’t much value in second-hand affection or market for walked-in lust. I sell ‘em just the same. Keep the best bits for myself to fix-up this rundown heart.#BraveWrite
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#BraveWrite #vss365 #1lineWed “Sad old, burly man-#fished all your life-wherever a #curly hole-just ask that airbrushed Blue Marlin hangin’ above your bed. Its marble eye saw you use me as bait-then gutted, poked & prodded. Any love for you is dead. You raped & filleted it, Dad.”
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Perdie thought that if she’d been good enough, unselfish enough, tough enough, she could've saved her children that heartache & horror. She couldn’t have, though. Heartache & horror are the defining characteristics of the human condition. #Thurds amazon.com/Idle-Hands-Casson…
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