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Hazel

The thundering sound chewing is an assault. A baby's wail joins in, signaling a new need. I really don't like eating out.

Hazel

I found a door in my house. If you listen, you can hear muted conversation. Today, I heard something new, the rasp of a key.

Hazel

Names should be poems baring the heart of their owner. As this is not the case, we utilize more invasive routes of access.

Hazel

My hand grows stiff from writing letters to the families of the lost. Brothers, mothers, fathers, sons. I take them all.

Hazel

I am ground to shape by forces unseen and vast. After so much time I cannot tell if I am the mortar or have become the pestle.

Hazel

My home is closed to the world. No reason for it - I just really hate people, places and things. Noun of them are allowed in.

Hazel

Eros rises against my window, reminding me of my duty. I am here to learn a lesson. Even the Jovian moons social distance.

Hazel

Moving day is here again? Each time, dissasifaction wars with complacency. I am an urban hermit crab, changing shells.

Hazel

Who knew that what we played at as children was training? Training for when, on that terrible day, the floor became lava.

Hazel

I was the first to see the end of it all.

"Not Even We Escape Death?"

The runes told me this, as if I could know.

Now, we all do.

Hazel

1. A lie does as well as a blade when well told.
2. A Promise is worth the wage of the breaking.

Such is the law in old Carcosa.

Hazel

A vast plane of basalt below a pink sky, featureless but for a television. All bent antennae and odd angles. It clicks on.

Hazel

Have you ever woken up, caught between the waking world and a nightmare dreamscape? I have. Guess I'm Live from Nowhere.

Hazel

Memories surface around this time of the year. They greet their sibling, welcoming another into the fold of lives past.

Hazel

My head aches, I've caught a hangover. Who knew that drinking on new years could hurt? None of the other vampires told me.

Hazel

With Magic’s return ancient engines flare. The lost behemoth rises to the sky, and we with it. Parhelion, our homeland.

Hazel

Several doors are called an "uncertanty". This is due to our ancestors being possessed of more sense than we have today.

Hazel

My plane was delayed. I made my phone call, but my heart is heavy. She must hold on through the night. I need to say goodbye.

Hazel

I edit a spreadsheet and do not ask questions about the numbers. Jim did, and he left. I could not turn my head to see him go.

Hazel

When I was young, things were good. The air was not yet darkened by greed; water fell cool, clean, and sweet from blue sky.

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