Tag: surreal
group name: utopianfict
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March 01, 2009 08:49 AM EST --
Light
A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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October 18, 2009 03:39 PM EDT --
“We’re out of time”, he said while speeding down the hallway in his car.
He was a rich man. His rooms were renowned for being too spacious. His kitchen had a garden to its . . .
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September 14, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . .
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September 12, 2008 07:46 AM EDT --
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May 04, 2008 09:52 PM EDT --
He had made a small hut beside the sea. On days of the tide, the sea would stretch to the place his home was. He had made two doors on the opposite sides of the wall - one from which the sea came in; the . . .
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May 01, 2008 10:12 PM EDT --
Crippling on the recurring times, he left. Not aware of the song that she was playing. These days he had come to believe that there was nothing wrong with his leg. Must have been a growing tumor in his . . .
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August 15, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
He had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. . . .
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September 22, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
[ For John's Humor Monday ]
He lost his temper that afternoon. It wasn’t an easy find. He searched everywhere – beneath the cushion, between his many clothes, inside her ears. But he was . . .
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March 26, 2009 10:24 PM EDT --
16807.
He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past.
2401.
She wanted him to be . . .
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May 05, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
One fine morning, I was dropped out of a tomato. It was nothing new. I had been dropped several times before, from various vegetables. For some strange, unknown reason people always believed that I belonged . . .
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January 19, 2009 12:22 PM EST --
She had a golden tear. It had grown on the left side of her cheek. Its root went further. Right through her skin. Onto the back side of her tongue.
She wept when she was hungry.
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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May 06, 2008 10:05 PM EDT --
She had purple eyes. There were certain colors that she couldn't see and the world was a less congested place for her. She also had the powers of turning an object invisible for her eyes and thereby, . . .
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May 04, 2008 05:53 AM EDT --
Her skin was aglow when she was excited. One evening, in her excitement she slit her skin somehow. Light particles poured all over the street. They gushed towards a direction the slope went.
People . . .
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May 18, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
She was playing with the mist. She made balls of smoke and rolled them into the denser mist. Then, she would go in looking for the ball. Each time when she came out with the ball she realized that . . .
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August 20, 2008 03:11 AM EDT --
[ On 15th August 1947, India won Independence ]
“There’s always two sides to a gate” his father had told him “and one side’s not equal to the other.”
“There are always two worlds”, he . . .
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May 02, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Whether they spoke the truth no one could tell. Blindness covered their tongues. They were neither be found on this side of the red. Some claimed they had left. Others claimed they were still hiding in . . .
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July 17, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
He found her in one of his own dreams, dreaming about him finding her, in that solitary, circular dream of hers.
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