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There was a pause in the glowing plasma trodes that flowed from the XE17 reactor. A series of lights formed in a projected flat screen wall that floated beneath the black tube rails attached to an angled receptor. It processed each frame in nano-seconds. Dr. Aurk stood beside the filament glass protector, the floating laser screen manipulated by his index finger using interference in each sequence of light between receptors. The polygon graphs turned in parallel with each movement. He watched...

Esther’s white gown swayed weightlessly with the wind over the green expansive lawn where their laughter once echoed among the chirping birds and the rustling dried brush. Zeph stared at her framed photo on the wall, the fading grayish image shined in the reflected window next to the patio table where they used to have coffee and warm cookies micro-waved in his cramped kitchen. They parted ways, she never gave any reason, all she said was that she needs some time, just a space to think ...

It was never me It was never from anything I've done in the past Or anything that I've felt sitting next to a wind chime On a warm breezy afternoon Nor was it the waves or the seagulls either Singing with the shimmering sea It was not the chilly mist of morning dew in spring It was her smile, it was the flare of her hair The singing chorus in her eyes Her gentle heartbeat Because with her I hear the melody of air The soothing hum of the evening sky With her I feel words, art, and poetry insid...

the slow, quiet whisper of her breathing awakened into a loud screaming wail. i rushed inside the damp cavern wall of her self-made dungeon, inside her dark choking mind. there, chained to her faded past, she wails and weeps in self disdain seeking absolution that will never come. for it is to her, even death itself cannot heal. i have always been there for her, inside the trenches of her dying veins beneath the surface of her withered skin. i never left her. never. not for a brief moment. al...

I still remember our lost melody, the soothing syncopated twirling of interlaced notes and misplaced sharps, the misconstrued flats, the humming keys in the candle lit corner of our favorite spot. We love the way the tunes started away from the dull phrasing of the four-fourths rhythm, the major chords un-synchronized, the harmony an abstract music of a non-lyrical hymn - the notes between the notes, the rhythm inside the rhythm. It still bears our long chats over cheap wine. The occasional m...