Author: RachelABrune
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31 Days of Art, Day 14: Chickens
Everything was still empty in both directions. There was just enough of a gap for him to swing the beast around.
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31 Days of Art, Day 13: Symbiotic
It was Gerry’s turn to have the luck. She’d been pretty patient while Linda’d hung on to it for what had ended up being three weeks past her fair share. Gerry hadn’t minded. Linda had a younger man on the hook, Mr. Arnold Jefferson from two units down, and she’d wanted the luck to make…
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31 Days of Art, Day 12: Tangled
Under the waves, so cold and dark Drifting along in the brine, The little fish nudges the cold, blue skin All wrapped in the soft, green vine.
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31 Days of Art, Day 11: Hair
My brain started in with all the classic symptoms of overthinking my way into stagnating and giving up, and I wondered if what I was doing was even any good. Are these worth anything? Is what I’m putting out there going to show anyone that I’m a writer? Or worthy of editing other people’s horror…
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31 Days of Art, Day 10: Spiders
You all may have noticed there was no Day 9 yesterday. That’s pretty much thanks to the migraine I’ve been fighting the past two days. I do have meds I can take, and it makes it almost bearable to get work done, but I gave myself a break and let it go. I was actually…
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31 Days of Art, Day 8: Eviscerate
The normal sounds of the empty house settled back in. Mella held her breath just a few moments more, but the kids’ screaming had vanished.
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31 Days of Art, Days 6 & 7: Absorb, Regret
And that is when it had crept up behind him, placing gentle claws on his hands, guiding them, whispering to him, the metal still warm on his skin.
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31 Days of Art, Day 5: Corrosion
Erosion was the word they used, and it was a good one—evocative, eternal, personifying the daily, deadly drip drip drip of the words and thoughts that reached out from the screen to wrap you up, muffle your head.
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31 Days of Art, Day 4: Curious
The scratch-itch-scratch over half-formed scars until they parted, revealing the moist redness underneath, until they healed over thick white tissue.
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31 Days of Art Day 3: Membrane
They hadn’t been wrong. They had heard something, out in the hallway. Was it their patient? No. Their patient was… They had abandoned their patient, left him out there with that… thing.
Rachel A. Brune 