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There’s a great big globe in the corner of the room. It’s real fancy–all gilded and having it’s own stand–but it’s got all the wrong countries. I guess I won’t like my new boss.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 12.26.2014 @ 10:29 pm


Venison in Venice is riddled with Veins. It makes you wonder…that thing was livin’.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 12.03.2014 @ 8:30 pm


She wears a muumuu and practices voodoo. I don’t like her hoodoo. It smells like dog doodoo. In actuality, she a minister. I don’t see much of a difference.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 09.18.2014 @ 1:38 pm


Flat is a fallen face. It is a crumble when it frowns.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 09.16.2014 @ 5:35 pm


To release the juices, drive through the spikes at various points. This way there will be an even distribution throughout the mixture.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 09.06.2014 @ 7:10 pm


Little hairs snuck up on the tips off fingers like wisps of dreams soon to be forgotten. Her face was a thousand pokers, alighting hands when brushed against.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 09.03.2014 @ 4:57 pm


Five fingers are spreading, begging for something. Light leaks in through the cracks and illuminates the grubby nails. You pull the trigger.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 08.30.2014 @ 3:29 pm


Blocks with only socks on can make feet look like confetti shreds. Navigating a terrain on razor wire is no way to stay comfortable.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 08.26.2014 @ 5:27 pm


A small crack in the grey, dampened stones let in a salty gust of Northern air. The winter here was more like a purgatory: there was no snow, only cold.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 08.25.2014 @ 8:14 pm


There was a small glint coming from a place where no glinting seemed possible. It seemed to reach out, beckoning, begging…it needed to be found. It needed to be plucked from a place where it was never adored.

» Posted By Molly Ashline On 08.12.2014 @ 9:52 am

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