Monthly Archives: November 2007

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Confessional

It is dark in here. Outside is where the light is. I can see it, broken up by the lattice that hides me. I’ve been in here most of the morning. I know his routine by now, although he hasn’t ever noticed me. I’m just

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It’s Five O’Clock Nowhere

Sometimes it felt like even the second hand was fighting a losing battle. Karl spent much of his working day scrutinising the clock on the wall opposite his desk, and the more he watched it, the more it seemed like every single tick was a

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One Night Of Many

Praise be to Allah, Lord of Peace! Praise be to Him who has made the tales of the Past a warning and a lesson unto the Present. Praise be upon His name, Allah the All-Compassionate, Allah the All-Knowing, Allah the All-Encompassing, and praise be also

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This is the place.

This is the place. I am almost brought to laughter, but I may miss it, though I do not expect to see it again. From here we watched everything happen, we could see out over the square where they burned them. If you look, you

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But I Don’t Wanna Be a Romantic!

The fence was beautiful, like starbursts in a spider web made of iron. I want to say it was baroque, but I honestly have no idea what that word means off the top of my head. If I thought about it (and fair warning: I’m