| I should stop missing her soon, right?
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| Collections of rebels flow through the domicile, each pouring their
soul out to their close strangers. They approach the transducer; some
shuffling, grasping dogeared clumps of notes, others stride confidently
into the spotlight, having their oration impeccably prepared in their
minds. Some bring their resentment, while others carry only a heartfelt
confession. They leave the stage to modest applause, but no matter what
they say, their discourse forever remains front and center, if not in
reality, then in the minds of the audience.
A small crate in the corner of the designated stage amplifies the frail
voice, reverberating it throughout the room, so that every syllable
shakes the pillars and rocks the very foundations of this small
forgotten house. The city has grown around it like kudzu, but the house
stands, eddying the urban sprawl around it.
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| The floor has been worn thin by generations of travel. So much coming
and going has eroded the ground, the solid foundation beneath our feet
being eaten away by decades of change. With each new inhabitant, the
walls and ceilings are thickened with paint, as the expressions of the
previous tenant are at the mercy of the new.
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| Smoke curls over her lips, filling the air with chemicals known to the
state of California and to the rest of the sane world to cause every
affliction under the sun. She is well aware of this, but her fellow
patrons are each sucking down their own private black death,
absentmindedly going about their daily ritual.
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| The fiend raises up and spits white noise from between its jaws. The
quarter inch nerves weave through the the crowd, spreading the word of
the puppetmaster through every cell of the beast's body. The neon blue
eye glares out from the monstrosity, rebelling against the ruler with
every fiber of its being. It lets out a shrill cry, and is sharply
silenced by its owner. The struggle goes on, until the demon has
performed its tricks to the keeper's satisfaction. The creature is
caged, removed from the judging of the public, as the transportation
rolls off to the next village.
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