Author: Daniel Thompson
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Welcome to the Between: Chapter 1
This is the first installment in an anthology series, all taking place in the fictitious Between. Read Chapter 2, here. Read Chapter 3, here. Read Chapter 4, here. Read Chapter 5, here. Read Chapter 6, here. Part 1: ‘New Arrival’ I’m standing on a street I don’t know, in a town I’ve never seen. I don’t know…
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Darkness, my home
It’s hard to describe this place inside of me. Think of yourself as standing in a dark room, but only your side is dark. Just beyond the edge of the darkness you stand in are other people. People smiling, laughing, living, falling in love, having children … just being human. But there you are, standing…
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“The old poets would hate us.” (explicit language)
All of the old poets would talk shit about all of us poets now. There’s too much fighting and fucking in our poetry. And our fucking isn’t even poetic and proper like theirs. We don’t take our time to paint sex in simile, or “making love” in metaphor. We literally just call it “fucking” And…
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After the Fall
I think, if Humpty Dumpty could still speak when all the king’s horses and all the king’s men were trying to gather together all of his broken pieces and put him back together again, that he probably begged them to just let him die instead. Sure, if they put him back together again, he may…
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Little God
When I was young, one of my favorite spots was the middle of my basement stairs. It wasn’t because the carpet — worn down over years by children’s running feet — was at all comfortable. It wasn’t because I could sit there and watch the TV, which was actually on the wall that I was…
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My Heaven
When you and I think of heaven or paradise, there is an unbelievably miniscule chance that we picture the same place. For instance, your heaven may be a sun-soaked beach on the ocean, or even simply a beautiful cottage with a garden where things always grow. There could be no rain because there’s no necessity…
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Trip
Psilocybin has you hearing a siren While you write verses like Dr. Seuss imitating Lord Byron Oh the places you would go If you could only remember How to still move when you’re feeling low Feet planted where you don’t belong Disheartened and disjointed As time and fate drag you along Cause regardless if the…
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I’m going to die.
The first time I can remember knowing and understanding that we don’t get to live forever I was still in the single digits as far as years on the earth. I had a neighbor, a pastor, who looked as if he had stopped updating his style at the 1950s or ‘60s. He wore black, thick…
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Time Travelers are Pricks
Before you hop in your Delorean, phone booth, wormhole, etc. and travel back to the past to change that thing you think ruined your life, let me ask you something: Are you really that selfish? Sure, right now, you’re thinking about your own life. Maybe you’re thinking about going back and changing the outcome of…
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The Tyranny of the Past
“All of the numbers in this phone are people from AA.” Joe still remembers the smile on the man’s face as he proudly displayed his cellphone while saying those words. See, Joe had been drinking since he was 14, and now, at 22, it had reached a point of diminishing returns. One too many blacked…