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One Word (Flash Fiction)

Posted by Trotsky , 20 September 2014 · 80 views

*Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's "The Cask of Amontillado"*
 
One Word
 

The circle of wolves can be nearly silent at times, but when Will and Dwight approach for the feeding, the snapping of unfed jaws and the shaking of chains could awaken the entire countryside. So up to the moment Dwight draws his pistol from the back of his waistband and p...


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Excerpt from my novel in progress (Voice of the Leviathan)

Posted by Trotsky , 02 September 2014 · 131 views

I've nearly typed out 20,000 words over the last two weeks for my most ambitious work of prose yet that will be over 100,000 words when complete. This work is high fantasy with steampunk influences and I'd rather not summarize the context. Instead, I've chosen some standalone excerpts to share. Enjoy, and I welcome all feedback. 
 
The Highwayme...


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Let's Just Keep Things Civil

Posted by Trotsky , 28 July 2014 · 161 views

America, your poisoned tea, you’ve lost your grip on irony
Fascist thugs amassing in the streets, their flags read “don’t tread on me.” 
No quarter, no, no amnesty, for desperate child refugees
And it’s the bullets from the guns you sold down south they flee. 
 
Do you cheer for Gaza’s burning homes?...


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Unconventional

Posted by Trotsky , 25 May 2014 · 129 views

Creatively unstable, beyond description in my way
What should I do with all these days?
 
To be high on life
What would that taste like?
I think those hits I take aren't so pure,
Nor are they safe.
Shining cyanide on silver plates.
 
Someone should make me a bracelet of thorns
I'd be the savior of the lost
Each fresh cut would remind of the cost...


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Saturate (Rap Lyrics, Confessional Poetry)

Posted by Trotsky , 06 March 2014 · 337 views

This is probably the most deeply personal thing I've ever written, but words are meant to be read. So whether you are someone I care about or a casual friend or a stranger or someone who hates me, I would not have written this if I wasn't going to give you the chance to read it. Say whatever you will or nothing at all. 
 
"Saturate"
 
[Sat...


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Lightning Strike Distance

Posted by Trotsky , 20 February 2014 · 176 views

My eyes, white to red, insomnia to anguish.
Resurrection of the dead, the undead demons once vanquished,
Emerging, toward me surging, from darkest shadows of the forest.
The slaughterfield of battle and the lost legions of Varus. 
 
When there is so much in my hands,
With my hands so prone to shake,
There’s so much I stand to lose,
So many...


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Wyoming (short story - TW)

Posted by Trotsky , 18 February 2014 · 182 views

 This is a satirical short story I wrote mainly centered around the gun control debate and some conservatives' suggestions that it would be ideal that teachers carry guns. It's dark comedy, basically, and mocks ineffective or just plain insane policies. 
 
 Trigger warning: graphic violence, sexual harassment, and multiple drug referen...


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Raindrops

Posted by Trotsky , 13 February 2014 · 157 views

I have kept myself safe from raindrops,
All but my own tears, love.
I can’t allow myself to fall until you’re near.
I am screaming hoarse my sorrow
My skin’s drained pale fucking white
Your embrace is my last shelter
And there’s a hurricane right outside tonight.


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Abnegation (lyrics)

Posted by Trotsky , 09 January 2014 · 213 views

Shadow cast over pitch black, 
Shaped by the mind’s eye
Six-sided photographs of
Panoramic blindsides. 
 
There’s a ceiling above the stars
An echo from below the floor
There’s a feeling that comes and goes
In waves that my nerves absorb
But even touch can lie. 
 
White noise, a voice
Ever so unreal, ever so invi...


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Recursion (poem)

Posted by Trotsky , 23 November 2013 · 209 views

I imagined myself standing between two mirrors
In precise alignment and flawless proportion.
And I came to believe that the person I saw
Was nearly myself but not; it wore subtle distortions.
Then I had the thought that in the eyes of the other
Were neither mine nor its own but those of another.
Those thoughts were the catalyst that began the recursion....






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