Mercury Z. Fugere
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One of the best things we have is our imagination. In the words of Robin Williams; "You're only given one little spark of madness, you mustn't lose it.".
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Baby Teeth
Old photo albums, ribbons from the fair, sea shells from vacations past, baby teeth... all of it went into my cardboard box, along with many other things from the past that I could do without thinking of every day. I make my way through my small house, looking over the knick-knacks on shelves, the photos on the mantle, and decide what stays and what goes.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Fiction
An Open Letter to my Captors
I'm going to start this off by saying that I have no regrets for writing this, nor do I feel sorry for what I'm about to say. I no longer have to apologize to you for being who I am, and I no longer have to be ashamed of what I am.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Psyche
Creativity vs. Logic
My creativity calls to me, waking me in the night and telling me that I need to wrote something, something that can't wait until morning. Logic has no say in the matter, and is dragged with us to my laptop and then to a blank document. Here is where the argument starts.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Fiction
Hallucinations
I don't know where to begin, so I'll start with my first encounter. Before I get too far into it, these are things that I've seen over the course of my short life, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't criticize or tell me that what I saw is fake. I'm tired of hearing it. A warning to those of you reading this, there is one particularly gorey memory that I will be discussing, so if blood bothers you, now is a good time to turn back. Without further ado, let's begin.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Horror
At the End of the World
I light my last cigarette and let my legs dangle off of the roof, watching as the Plagued swarm around our last defenses. This is my last sunset, the last cigarette, my last chance to say goodbye to my partner from the beginning to the end, and probably the last chance I'll get to put a bullet in our heads so that we don't become like them. I exhale a plume of bluish grey smoke, watching as it fades away and disappears as it rises into the sky.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Horror
