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  1. “His name, sir, is John Smith.” “That’s an alas if ever I heard one Haskins.” “You’re sad about his name?” “Ok, not alas, alice?” “As in Alice Grunt, the budgie strangler?” “Maybe it’s ?” “Maybe sir, where are we anyway?” “Good question, hand me the alias.”

  2. Her wounds be damned, the bandages turned red from her cuts tearing open once more. She struggled to her feet, stumbling along. "Stop Anna, you need to heal" "I need to go" "Stop pretending you're with the world on your shoulders, rely on others for a change"

  3. APOLLO © J.L. Thomas 2020 ‘I was assigned as her protector. Eve was 19 years my junior. I fell for her so I resigned, because being that close to her daily was very dangerous...Ten years later, a masked affair, and she’s even closer to ruining me.’

  4. Our fingers graze across the contours of the , they drift across oceans, forests and cities, till we find each other. For a moment we meet, half a world apart. "Found you." I whisper. The phone line crackles. "When are you coming home?" "Soon." He whispers.

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    She painted the like a true artisan, placing love in every stroke. She had known every inch of the world and had inhaled every breath, now it was time to share what she had seen. She painted in her own blood in the hope that they would understand.

  6. “What are you looking at?” “Nothing.” “Your is almost popping out of your backbone, Jack.” “Can’t you leave me alone when I’m observing the neighbours?” “You’re a Peeping Tom.” “I’m a tad curious.” “Curiosity killed the cat.” “You’re the one who’s a pussy.”

  7. The earth began to curve around , while being chased by skreechers, narrowing his escape. He managed to grab onto a floating, transit orb, but one of the pups got a hold of his pant leg. Honestly very cute except for the five rows of teeth.

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    Scars course over flesh like an of emotions Damaged Disfigured

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  10. ▪︎ POETRY IS LOVE. . . . Feb 2020, 35 / 366

  11. I am no traveller, nor an adventurer. I believe in no , for all Cretes are liars, like Epimenides, and my world is held on the shoulders of a different God.

  12. He awoke one day to find his body had become a canvas. Nocturnal swirls of jet black ink cursed his skin like fault lines; too afraid to show anyone. A grotesque tattoo kept firmly under wraps. Unaware it was an to something else; another world - a better land.

  13. Curious are my eyes when closed I am carried into of constellation Where my spirit freely dozed In the bosom of endless imagination...

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    For 80 years Greta had wondered what the world beyond her tiny town looked and felt like. Until now, her imagination had been her passport, her father's worn her ticket. Feeling her own light dim, she took her first and last trip: 20 miles south to foreign land.

  15. She studied the . It was forbidden and had been hidden away, like all items that offered glimpses of history, of change. Her finger traced the lone wolf shape in Iceland, and her heart sang a song of longing. Would she find him at the end of her dangerous journey?

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    “I’m going to be alone forever, right?” “Don’t complain . You agreed to hold it, after all.” “That’s one way to describe it…” Apparently the matter was settled, because Hercules skipped away while I felt the weight of the world settle on my shoulders.

  17. ", the frailty is to blame." "Alas!" the director shouts. "Got it." I nod. "Start over." "Atlas—" "Stop! An atlas is a bigass book or a God, and Viola doesn't care about either. She's expressing grief, 'Alas.'" "Atlas." "If I had one, I'd throw it at you."

  18. Attacking Titans Like A Snack

  19. On the eve of Operation the country was calm. No one suspected what daybreak would bring. Coordinated strikes on financial, military and governmental institutions. The leaders were prepared to give everything in their quest to take back what incompetence had lost

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    green green miles and acres of you reflecting upon the visceral nothing quartz and quarter lies view lit pink truths mismatched like lovers f-cking in overlook hotels like and his shrew maybe right maybe eclectic a frantic shout out and an ending tragic

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