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Paper Minds - Part III
The warrior Antonio
Kevin called Victoria into the kitchen where he had prepared a meal. He was always the one to cook on a Tuesday but the days when Victoria cooked were best because she was a much better cook. He had prepared 2 large plates, upon which laid two poorly displayed meals. In the centre of the plate was a large block of scrambled egg, seasoned with lots of pepper, around which rested 4 half-pieces of toast, buttered right up to the edges. Despite its simplicity, the meal was actually very delicious-looking. Kevin looked down at the two meals, half-smiled in contentment and sat down to await the arrival of Victoria, who then walked through the large wooden sliding doors and joined him. She saw his meal and giggled; he smiled with her and then gestured toward her food
Paper Minds - Part II
'You should write a story'
Kevin rolled over his white sheets to face his fiancé and smiled at her beautiful face while she slept. He watched her every small breath and studied every change that her face underwent with each breath. Her nostrils would flair the tiniest bit and her lips would purse a miniscule amount. Then, to his surprise, she spoke, "It's rude to stare", she said, giving in to smile which fought its way onto her face.
Kevin, too, smiled and then turned over, "Fine!" he said.
"No! No! Turn back around!" She giggled, pulling at his arm, now opening her eyes.
Kevin put up a little playful resistance before finally giving in and letting her roll him onto his back. He looked up at the r
Paper Minds - part I
'You read it again?'
Kevin flicked over the last page of his favourite book for the 12th time. He enjoyed the tales of medieval war which spilled over its light tan-coloured pages. But the tale was drawing to the point where, if Kevin bothered to read it again, it would bore him. He yearned for a sequel but since its author had recently passed away no such novel could be written. Kevin looked at the cover again, thinking of the tales of medieval war which flowed over all 497 of its pages, although the book, to Kevin's despair was beginning to get worn at the edges and even had a small tear at the top of the cover, just by the spine. The tear had occurred on a boat to Venice, Kevin enjoyed Italian architecture and had heard from a frie
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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