Hautus Rhinestone
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I believe I am real. Forever forgotten.
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To the Depths, We Sink
Summer. The novelty of it has rapidly diminished for me over the course of thirty-two years. Another spin around an ol’ dying star. A star destined to die. The experts all concur. That day is far, far off. It’s a day all of us currently shuttling through space will never bear witness to. Still, I can’t help but picture the sun's final moment. A vast, gargantuan blinding light, then a forever blackness. Nothingness. A whimper slips out from my lips.
By Hautus Rhinestone4 years ago in Horror
Hemorrhage
The doctor confesses to me that he is unable to stop the bleeding. Every time Doctor Henry Payne exhales, his pungently warm coffee breath throttles my nose like an uppercut. On the wall behind the doctor, his ironic name is printed on a diploma from UC Davis in a frame that needs to be dusted. I wipe a bloody tear from my eye.
By Hautus Rhinestone4 years ago in Fiction
Swarm
The sound of hundreds of footsteps falling on dry dirt echoed across the field, as the door of a weathered barn slammed shut. The long piece of wood slid into the locking slots of the barn door with a “thunk”. The inside of the barn seemed to groan with exhaustion at the arrival of the three galactic refugees.
By Hautus Rhinestone5 years ago in Fiction
The Continuous Man
The fallen log was covered with notches. Four hundred and eighty-nine as of this morning. Serving as a record of time past, the log had grown soggy and burdened from desecration. Above the notches, another carving read: Jett Coleman survived here for (the four hundred and eighty-nine notches, with room for more) days.
By Hautus Rhinestone5 years ago in Humans
