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The Fifth Horseman
“I'm not saying they're not killing each other,” I explain. “I can see from the figures in front of me that they're killing each other. What I'm saying is that unless you can broaden your demographic, we're never going to meet our targets for this quarter. This is supposed to be a world war, Belgium and the Netherlands isn't going to cut it.”
War squawks at me down the phone. It's hard to hear him over all the screaming in the background, but frankly I'm not interested in his excuses, I need to see results.
“What do I expect you to do? Do your job! Think outside the box! Look, Famine is in Europe right now, why don't you ask him for some help? I see the potential for synergy there. No, I'm aware you don't do 'asking for help'. I'm also aware of your performance over the past century, and I'm noticing some startling correlation between- hello? Hello?”
I slam the handset back into its cradle, which is a lot harder than it sounds when done from the back
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I Love You, Coco :iconbooter-freak:Booter-Freak 3,835 646 Earth's Engine Exposed :iconpriteeboy:priteeboy 17,059 1,763 Arcane Circles II Photoshop and GIMP Brushes :iconredheadstock:redheadstock 5,431 364 The Black Sorcerer Is In Town :iconshue13:Shue13 4,111 249 Chromatism :iconjonasdero:JonasDeRo 20,574 1,086 Loss :iconlycanium:Lycanium 17,326 1,634 Above the Lights :iconyuumei:yuumei 24,962 687 Through The Days :iconyuumei:yuumei 21,765 525 you and i :icondanidrastic:danidrastic 915 107 The Witch's Son :iconauroaronkitten:Auroaronkitten 24,848 1,217
When you are two and five and ten
you are unaware ––
of the cactus in the windowsill,
how, fragile, each quill bends
and breaks and falls apart.––
Twelve years later, on a Tuesday,
you dream about a boy
who bumps his head
on an iron slate and you wake
in a cold sweat.
You are twelve when you are
always bumping shoulders.
Twenty-two years of Thursday.
There is nothing at all.
And you wonder (and
you wonder why)
each time you wake.
The cactus in the window bleeds
with you when you bump it.
No one ever mentioned
frightened things bite.
So you have always been unaware.
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GOOD vs EVIL :iconabraaolucas:abraaolucas 12,758 1,156 He's dead, Jim! :iconcioccolatodorima:Cioccolatodorima 4,394 321
someone came out to me recently, asked me to use
his correct pronouns when we’re alone,
but says whenever i’m over at his home,
‘please could you switch back to the wrong ones? i don’t
want my parents to know who i am.’ so every time i sit at their table
for mashed potatoes and peas, i listen to a father asking
his son how her day was and i hear him start to think that he’s alone
and i watch every wrong word they say strike like an axe into
the trunk of a young sapling who’s just
starting to grow into his own.
i know they don’t know better, but it’s hard not
to hate them when i am censoring every word i say
before it comes out of my mouth, changing secrets into
dinner time conversations, because a boy does not feel
safe enough in his own skin to come clean about something
as pure as the foundation he has been built upon.
later he tells me that he wishes he were strong enough
to just tell them, but he knows his father still
has the c
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a boy and his dog :iconsandara:sandara 4,222 204




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