BonfireThe quarry is filled with laughter. In the light of the bonfire I can see people laughing and dancing. The sounds of their drunken joy echo up into the warm summer night. I’m too far away from the fire to feel it’s heat, but even if it wasn’t warm it still wouldn’t matter. The sharp scent of the smoke mixed with the scent of her hair draws my attention back to her.Bonfire
She’s lying in the sand with me, curled up against me. She watches the fire with an absentminded smile. I admire her quietly, wondering how I got so lucky. As my hands softly rub my back I can feel the bathing suit she’s still wearing under her t-shirt, which seems to
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"Welcome to Hellfire Club." The scarlet lettering on the black cardboard is barely readable in the dim light. I strike off a match and bring it up to the cigarette. The paper surrounding the tightly packed tobacco flares and the smoke fills my throat and nostrils and for just a moment I'm with Kimberly again and I can smell her sweat, taste her lipstick and feel her fingernails as they dig into the skin of my back. For just a second the sensation lingers. Then the moment passes and I'm back in the club, staring at a glass of whiskey I can't remember ordering.
There's a redheaded siren on the stage and the mer
Stand by for assimilation, puny human.
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Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and has powers of reality.
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