Clutter of electronics covered his desk like high tech lichen on a wooden rock
Reality bending miracles of the past now mere pieces and memories
And he kept contributing new relics to the collection
Swearing, he flicked the switch again, but
His computer still wasn’t booting, just more of the blue plague infecting his vision
Lefty kept hanging around Ryan
Orbiting without a reason, leaving Ryan
Ornery and wishing a comet would crash into Lefty
Sending Lefty into deep space
Eventually finding another person’s gravity well
Punishing waves of agony crash along your nerves
And as they recede they leave riptides of aches behind
It makes it difficult to breathe, to think
Now you wonder if you can tough it out, or if this time it will break you
This wasn’t her first apocalypse. Hell, it was at least her third today, but now those around her were freaking out. Yeah, things looked bad, but after all the stuff she had been through this latest meltdown was nothing. She pumped her shotgun with one hand and grinned. Today would either kill her or make her stronger. It was up to her to find out which. She threw open the door and the sun blinded her.
She bolted up in bed as the window shade spun. The stupid thing must have decided to coil up on its own. She took stock of her situation. She was relieved that the world wasn’t going to end, but there was something about being a badass that she felt was missing.
Suddenly there was a scream, a crashing of something downstairs, and then someone crying hysterically. Okay, so this would be her fourth apocalypse today, but she had this. She just wished she still had the shotgun.
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Up the corporate chain had always been Martha’s goal
Never settling for the now. Learn and move on was her motto
Challenging the normal when she could
Her trajectory was always upward.
And all that stopped when her company went bankrupt
Reeling from the unexpected crash, she was left floundering
The idea of starting over somewhere else made her sick to her stomach
Eventually, her friends convinced her to start a business of her own
Determined to make this her life’s work, she set off into the unknown
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Counting the number of ceiling tiles for the fifteenth time
Resisting the siren call of sweet sweet slumber
As the voice of the teacher droned on and on
Still the class would just not end. Had entropy died?
How bad was it when I realized I had drooled all over my desk as I woke up
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The car wept radiator fluid as it lay broken after trying to wrap itself around the tree. The tree bent forward; its branches tenderly caressing the top of its crumpled one night stand. Two things, one created and one grown, found a moment of love in time of tragedy. As the snow draped the scene in a mind numbing white blanket, the only person to witness the joining of tree and car gently cooled; his last thoughts were of love and love lost. The tree finished collapsing onto the car as sirens in the far distance wailed for the tragedy.
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