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He flicked his finger as if to shoo away
a fly of just a speck of the world
that landed on his arm at rest. It was
a small gesture make in a packed room.

To the people on the otherside with ink
stained fingers, it meant something
we will never know, they ran off to call
and to write. The next day the papers

all printed something about the end
or just an apocalypse, but we walked
on not bothering to take a paper with us.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 10.16.2018 @ 10:18 pm


The faint remains of a few words could be made out
on the chalkboard. They were written over equations
and theories of where we are to fit in the world.

Onto pages they were copied, and into minds the seeped
while the students listened, while their minds wandered
through the window to the world where the birds made nothing

that could be expressed so elegantly on a chalkboard.

Another class come through before the old writing was removed
the sit and admire the scribblings left by an unsteady, excited hand
the symbols meant so much to those that just left, but to those
seated now in the lecture theatre they were something of mystery.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 10.10.2018 @ 9:33 pm


We spotted him easily within the crowd. He was the one dancing to something other than the sounds of voices talking simultaeniously, over the calls of parents to the stray children and the laughter of friends and lovers. We saw him when he moved differently, like one of the voices was for him, somewhere away from the other people. We saw him sidestep, we saw him trip, we saw him twirl. We saw him dance like all the voices had found their chorus and were singing as one.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 07.24.2018 @ 10:15 pm


We kept on marching through the tired and the needy splayed ontop of each other on the side of the street. We had no choice. Every direction we turned more appeared as if to salute our parade forward through the streets. There was little to distinguish us from them, except that we were moving and they were still, they were begging and we were perfoming. We continued moving towards the setting sun, blinding oursielves in its rays.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 06.22.2018 @ 9:54 pm


He thought about slicing his fingers in half just so he could cover the keys, or have any hope of covering all the keys. Each time he looked at the keyboard there were more keys there they managed to sneak inbetween the ones that were the previously, between b and v and n and all the others. before he knew it what he was typing became nothing but a collection of alien sounds and irregular words, somehow hinting at a greater need for communication. Poets woulld look at his work and see hints of eternity stretching out as his words took on meanings of their own.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 06.20.2018 @ 9:25 pm


There is was infront of him, stretching forever, the flattened expanse of suburbia, the road, the single, or double story houses, the cars in the driveways, the lawns, the ten dollar a trim lawns, the stench of petrol and decay, and occasionally a bird flying over. He bent over and pulled at the rip chord, but nothing happened, the mower shrugged a little, and turned over a couple of times, but lay cold in the hot sun. ‘Start, damn you’ he said trying again, but the same thing happened.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 06.19.2018 @ 7:36 pm


He was there on the celing like a fly, walking around on sticky feet. I called out to ask how he got there and what he thought he was going to accomplish wandering around up there, and if he fell he was going to hrt himself a lot, the floor is a long way away in these old places. He just buzzed a little cleaned his wings with his back legs and his face with his from legs, and continued on wandering around on the celing like the world was all alright and outside there weren’t armies marching through the streets and planes flying over dropping bombs.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 06.17.2018 @ 10:56 pm


All those things bitten off, chewed, absorbed, and passed through. Those little bits of life that pass like lovers or memory, or sand, unable to be kept, just passed through, unlike time that theif that take so much of us and leaves so little. Each chew is a gift of life for life.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 06.13.2018 @ 10:23 pm


He revealed everything at he doorstep like a flasher. And she smiled, invited him in saying ‘I wondered when you would realise that is all I wanted.’ He couldn’t understand what she meant, he could only wonder if this is what it felt like to be born and naked for the first time in the world, cold and shivering and looking for comfort, if this is why all babies cry when they are brought from the womb into the hospital ward all slimey and dirty in the steril place, scared and feeling that the only thing they are able to do is cry out.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 06.09.2018 @ 10:05 pm


The stood at the stern looking out to sea. Any who saw him thought not to disturb hime because he look deep in thought as a man tends to looking out to the horizon of the sea, but if they would have walked up and touched his shoulder asking ‘what are you thinking?’ He would have responded ‘nothing, isn’t it beautiful.’ He’d been rehearsing that thought while looking for his reflection in the sky, among the contours of the clouds and the distant crests of the sea’s movemnt, which sketched lines and creases he knew were his, which he knew the world was trying to use to sculpt the creases and lines on his face.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 06.05.2018 @ 8:23 pm


It was one of those competitions where they pay real money to the winners, to the ones still standing after the band left exhausted and the record had run out of groove, and all the other competitors had left the last couple on the floor turning circles tothe echos of the music, waiting to be told to stop they had won.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.15.2018 @ 5:27 am


The place was crowded as usual peolpe and voices bouncing off the walls. We decided to meet early to get through the bulk of what were the problems, but spent most of our time trying to get the pieces of each others voices untangled from the mess of the other noises all competing for the diminishing volume in the humid shop.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.13.2018 @ 6:07 pm


They wait in alleyways and on trains. They wait in busses and in cars, walking along the sidewalk. They wait at work beside the watercooler and in queues at restaurants, they wait and watch for somebody to go past with just what it is that they want, and on stretched legs picking their way along behind in shadow they stalk.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.12.2018 @ 5:44 pm


We unwound the carpet untill tere were only starnd of once what was a thing of machine enginuity and productivity. Someone at the party said that it was deconstructionism. Like all things mechanised it was a utility of home broken down to strands to be played with like a child with streamers, ‘like us’ they said ‘forced to be children forever, breaking everyrhing that has been mae and forced to play, bjt never allowed the nievity’ they kind of looked in pain, but I think it was the ice making them sweat and grind their teeth.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.11.2018 @ 3:52 pm


It was one of those fashionable bulbs where you could stare at the filament without it burning a white dot into your vision. So you cannimagine the rest of themplace, right? Open and industrial full of people talking about important things all the time, but nothing really getting done. We decided that it was better to try and talk about things that meant nothing like the weather and the future and when friend became a weaponised word.

There was a woman crying at another table.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.10.2018 @ 12:46 am


All the lighters are out of fuel
jambed down the side of the couch
fallen from shallow pockets
with no use anymore, nor before
for anything but starting fires.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.08.2018 @ 4:20 am


The sale price went up when someone mentioned ghosts. They had recently become the fashion trend of a lifetime and everyone was cashing in. Ghosts were everywhere. Unfortunately they just spent their time winging and complaining that all the mortals would leave and they would just be stuck with all the other ghosts forever, with nothing to do and no physical presence to make things happen in the world. The problrm was that people took their ghosts everywhere. They wee inescapable, and ghost cohesion was a difficult task. They didn’t get alongnwith each other very well.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.03.2018 @ 6:31 pm


The bottle rattled in her pocket at she ran for the last train out of town. Snow had been falling heavily for days in sheets that muffled more and more of the city hourly. By lunchtime of the first day of the big fall all the surfaces were covered with such a thick layer of dampening snow that the only sounds left in the city were shrill and sharp. By the third day everything outside of closed doors was silent and burried. From the roof of her house she screamed silently and knew that she had to get out of there, fast. She grabbed her pills and ran for the station.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 02.03.2018 @ 3:09 am


The nominations wwrw countless, which led to nothing but problesm because one of the rules of the vote was not being able to vote for yourself. Ans wjen over 90% of the people were nominated the only ones left were the apathetic and the unsuitable and the mentally unstable. Not the sort of selection commitee that makes the best decisions usually.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.31.2018 @ 2:50 pm


The rays piled up at the door piling on top of each other creating a barrier of lighf. The inhabitants never knew nighttime again. Every time they opened the door they saw the world throughna thick filter of piled up rays, and each time they worried more about trying to keep them out rather than where the night went.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.29.2018 @ 11:59 pm


The car stuttered and screamed before the gearbox clattered onto the highway. Skmeone had crashed earlier during peak hour, or sl he guessed because the cars weren’t moving and didnt look like they were going to move. On the map all the roads in the country had been painted red, blocked, unmoving, jambed. But like all things there was movement as some people in fourwheel drives and off road cars decided to make a run for the forrest or into the grass. He eased his foot off of the break and let the csr fall into gear.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.28.2018 @ 4:52 pm


He had so many lessons to teach that they all got jumbled up. So when he was standing infront of the class polishing his glasses and mumbling something the students thought he had developed as his own language he was actually just trying to get it all across at once, and what came out was multiple sentences all smashed and woven between each other. Eventually the students asked that they be transfered to different classes they were at shool to learn not philosophise on the origins of language and linguistic structure, or where the boundary between intention and message was drawn.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.26.2018 @ 11:25 pm


We stopped counting the jumpers around lunchtime, just like we stopped counting the figure a couple of months before. It was bound to happen, as it always did. The crash. And as usual people had overextended themselves and others so far that an eternity in hell coutsy of a concrete sidewalk seemed a closer option. It was then we discovered thst their jumping was able to be estimated so we started trying to get some last ditch profits from the falling executives.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.25.2018 @ 11:10 pm


As sensitive as it was the sun was determined to become spikey. It shot down on the people of the city spiking the streets with heat that wouldn’t leave. Before long, after a coule of days the whole city was a porcupine or an echidna and in search of ants it lifted itself from the ground and walked east away from the longer rays of the afternoon sun .

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.24.2018 @ 8:25 pm


The last starry night was before the fires, when the sky was crisp and hot, like it was waiting for the snap of the twigs andnthe flames to shatter the glassy sheen glittering in the night’s sky. We were waitj gfor it to happen, casually strumming our instruments to ———‘s new melody that sounded like notes dripped from his melting body. His guitar was covered with the waxy splashes sheared from his fingers while he strummed the strings.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.24.2018 @ 3:57 am


In the end we had to clamp his mouth shut. It wasn’t a pretty of a comfortable thing. But we did it because he wouldn’t shut up about it. He just kept going on and on like there was nothing else in the world, and never had been.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.20.2018 @ 5:31 pm


We weretwins. Everyone said it was true. Our birth certificates were alteredto state the fact (I was made youngerwhich was nice) but we were complletely unrelated. We did some research into our family trees and found that no matter how far we ent back there was no relation between us, we broke the seven degrees of seperation. So we were made twins.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.19.2018 @ 4:54 pm


‘Is this all there is?’
‘Of what?’
‘Paradise. I was expecting, you know, more paridical… stuff’
‘It is what you asked for on the application form. Unfortunately most people don’t read the fine print on the forms. The lawyers, however….’

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.17.2018 @ 10:15 pm


He spent his life trainingto be a librarian – picking out book, placing them in the trolleys, and taking to their orderly place amongst the others – but he could never pass the final examination.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.16.2018 @ 3:49 pm


There was enough saliva to fill a river, a slow moving clingy viscous river, smelling of rotting flesh and bad breath. They were hungry, and there was nothing around to satisfy it, there was only sand, and more sand, and a river of saliva running downhill, and towards the shore.

» Posted By Flyderkov On 01.09.2018 @ 4:47 pm

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