BlackDayz

Tag: short story

  • She

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    M.Hatter
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    She caught me on the street.She wanted to say,“Go fuck yourself”,ButI beat her to it.And so she did.

  • The Weight of Mistakes

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    M.Hatter
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    People learn from their mistakes—or so they should. But do they really? Your mistakes come in the form of margin calls, bills to be paid,or some thug named Louie who visits,when you’re not expecting. Or do you? Your penance? Loose change. Rattling in pockets.Heavy enough to notice. Too light to break a window. But forgiving—Ah,…

  • The USS Towers: A Sailor’s Lament

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    M.Hatter
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    There she is, Rusting under the fucking waves,Our eternal mistress sleeps,steel heart still. We’re topside now,but her ghost still raves,In the depths where our memories chill. Her engines’ dirty growl echoes in my head,stale AC’s sour breath,salt on my tongue. Our small destroyer,pitching, we bled, Puking our guts out, God, how we are wishing we…

  • Girl with Dirty Feet

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    M.Hatter
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    Me and my girl,the girl with dirty feet, We used to pass the days by sitting on the porch,the evening wind satisfying and warm.   She draped her legs over my lapas waves of orange and purplewashed over us,cleansing us fromthe hard day.   Not a sound could be heard, except the softsnores from our…

  • In the Yellow Maverick

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    M.Hatter
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    Out on the open road,a young boy, should’ve been in school,instead, a passenger,riding down highways from one trouble spot to the next. We always left just in time,before shit hit the fan,before we made long-lasting friends,before report cards arrived,before we got comfortable,before we called it home,before we felt ashamed of who we were. We hit…

  • Road Rage Romance

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    M.Hatter
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    Out on the highway,crossing the great American landscape,I had a girl with me, hungry and eager. Pulled in, took a piss, had a cig,got her some food. Back on the road, she excitedly opened the bag.“Where’s your food?” she asked.“I’m not hungry,” I said. Truth is, I wasn’t. “Well, then I’m not hungry…” she said,…

  • Echoes of Hiraizumi

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    M.Hatter
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    In the heart of Japan, Hiraizumi stood as a testament to time, its temples and gardens whispering tales of samurai valor and ancient rituals. Rie’s ancestral home, a sprawling traditional mansion, was nestled on the outskirts. This house, with its paper-thin walls and wooden corridors, held a secret: a forbidden song that could unlock the…