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The man sitting in the black leather chair lifts the cigar from the corner of his mouth, exhales smoke from between pursed lips, and replaces the cigar. His face is a mask of concentration, and his fingers – long, thin and pale – tap out a steady tattoo on the edge of his heavy oak desk. The laptop facing him is on, but the screen is blank apart from a steady line of changing binary across the centre. The code is hypnotic: an ever changing line of zeroes and ones. The man is content to watch the numbers change in their systematic rhythm, translating them in his head as he sucks at the end of his cigar.
But the line changes, static tearing the order of the binary to pieces for a fraction of a second before the rhythm is re-established. But the man has noticed – he sits alert in his chair and sees the difference after almost a minute of staring at the binary stream. Written carefully into the stream are two words, almost indistinguishable from the mass of flowing numbers which travel across the screen.
HELP ME
But the line changes, static tearing the order of the binary to pieces for a fraction of a second before the rhythm is re-established. But the man has noticed – he sits alert in his chair and sees the difference after almost a minute of staring at the binary stream. Written carefully into the stream are two words, almost indistinguishable from the mass of flowing numbers which travel across the screen.
HELP ME
Literature
As You Sleep
As I hold you in my arms
You start to drift off
Only the pale moonlight
Illuminating the room
Your expression is calm
Filling me with peace
And then I am certain
My secrets will be safe with you
So my quiet voice fills the space
Telling you the deepest of my worries
Of my hidden fears and thoughts
That I keep locked inside me
I can show my love and fear
Rage and bitterness
Sadness and doubt
Despair and hope
No judgment laid upon me
No endless questions
No looks of worry
No awkward silence
I can tell the sweetest of things
Reveal all my romantic wishes
Open my very soul to you
Without feeling ashamed
You listen to it all
In your restful
Literature
Too Close
We were laughing that night...
Your brother needed your car keys, but you forgot all about them.
You said I do such things to you and I wondered why.
I had just woken up...
You would spend the night out and I was staying home.
I didn't expect much, but you left me a text saying, "I wish you were here".
You were traveling out of town...
I knew you needed some time to chill out and we wouldn't talk much.
But still you messaged me, "I miss you".
I was anxious...
We were both busy with daily routine, but I didn't want you vanish.
You apologized and reassured me that you think of me everytime we are apart.
And then in our fantasy...
You were
Literature
1.21
your palms are
grazing the skin
of my hips
before landing -
profoundly or not
- fully on my breasts
and your lips
touch my lower lips
and part them in ways
i didn't even know
they could be parted
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The prologue for an idea I had for a Sci-Fi novel, which I just began working on. Enjoy.
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Intriguing.