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Rose
Life spiraled as it would never meet an end. A young bee mesmerized by the mystery dove into the pink waves of life. The core was dark…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
A wonder short story
Alice had been wonderfully bored. She cut a head off for each day in that land. Madder than the Hatter she dropped all his tea. He dropped…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
The escape of the old man
His hands missed the cats. His empty hands, no fur, no sand. No time. Escaping was easy, a checkered shirt and a pair of jeans disguised…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
The escape of the short-legged cats
Those hands would never touch their fur again. Would never hinder their instinct again. Escaping was easy, long fur and short legs…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
Black
Kitten crossed Friday the 13th as a feather. Black as a moonless night. Small as a child can be. Too small for the kick. Too young to die…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
To be
Instead of staging a play, he killed them both, usurper and traitor. Sent the ghost away and married Ophelia. He chose to be.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
Inner enemy
“Are you looking at me, mud-face? Come up here!” As it didn’t he bent down — and slipped. The drunk man drowned in a dirty puddle.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
Hope
Adrift in a sea of wild radio waves, we throw our bottles of bits, in hope someone, something, can decipher our encrypted thoughts.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
Latest
Distracción
A nosotros, dioses, nos gusta jugar con los planetas como se fueran canicas. Otro dia no encontraram a la Tierra. La engulli.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 24, 2019
Pau
Red flesh was crossed by rusty axes, wielded by black flesh, crossed by whips of slavery. Red flesh crossed the sea, crossed the way of…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Freedom
I sing. Heavy animal keeps me in wires. I mute. Heavy animal comes up, eye close to my peck. Scream, blood, door, open, sky. I sing.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Libertad
Yo canto. El animal pesado me cerca. Mi cuerpo, su alambre. Yo enmudezco. El animal pesado se acerca. Su ojo, mi estocada. Grito, sangre…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Liberdade
Eu canto. O animal pesado apertado me cerca. Eu calo. O animal pesado vem, olho perto da minha bicada. Grito, sangue, porta, aberta, céu…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Xmas
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Goddess
With my open shout I swallow the abys. Men in the deep melt in my guts. Men on the edge I chew, goddess in rage.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Deusa
Com meu grito escancarado engulo o abismo. Em minhas entranhas dissolvo os homens do fundo. Os da beira mastigo, deusa em fúria.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Adrift
We are bottles of bits adrift in radio waves. Shipwrecked captains, we too are the wind that enrages the sea.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Deriva
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Deriva
Somos garrafas de bits à deriva em ondas eletromagnéticas. Náufragos e capitães, somos também o vento que agita o mar.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Woman
The boat capsized. She wrapped by the sea. The baby wrapped in her arms. Don’t let it go. The ocean water hard like the desert ground…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Chicas
Querida amiga, la muñequita que me enviaste por el túnel es la cosa más hermosa y la llamo Chaya, como tú. Antes yo lloraba cuando los…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Book
The book had the stains of time. The face had the lines. Between the lines on the face, the end of time. In time, a cat. A leap, a cup of…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Libro
El libro tenía el amarillo del tiempo. El rostro, las líneas. Entre las líneas del rostro, el fin del tiempo. A tiempo, un gato. Un salto…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Livro
O livro tinha o amarelo do tempo. O rosto, as linhas. Nas entrelinhas do rosto, o fim do tempo. A tempo, um gato. Um salto. Um copo de…
Marcia C. S.
Sep 22, 2019
Broke itself apart in tiny tentacles grabbing earth and air.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 12, 2019
Necessidade
Rompeu-se em pequenos tentáculos agarrando terra e ar. De dentro de si já conhecia seu destino. À semente só restava arvorecer.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 12, 2019
Desire
The golden butterfly was a mesmerizing invite. Catching it was like catching life, his arms in the air, his feet off the cliff.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 12, 2019
Only Wish
His only wish: “X-ray vision!”. Genie made him able to see deep down the human spirit. He died. Stabbed by his sharp thinking.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 12, 2019
Cinema
As the stroller ran down the stairway, the baby woke up and, enraged, killed everybody with his machine gun toy, even Eliot Ness.
Marcia C. S.
Sep 1, 2019
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