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Hugh Kirby
@huekirbee
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Hugh Kirby
@huekirbee
@huekirbee
@huekirbee
It laid in a puddle of flesh and fluid. Whines and gurgles escaped the animal’s snout as it struggled to activate its new faculties. It cried out a mixture of curious and horrified moans, a primal brain humming to life. It’s wet fur dried quickly, the amniotic fluid sticking in the places where fat folds of skin made contact and peeled apart as the creature crawled, almost swimming away from the n...
There’s a place I know that doesn’t look the way it did before. On the day we moved in it was already old, already lived-in and cold, brisk like the touch of bed sheets long since dissolved of body heat. I don’t remember it ever feeling another way.
It creaked when you walked and smelled damp. How could a thing sound so brittle and be wet? It was a yellow place inside and out. A movie theater bu...
He’s gone because of me. I still hear his hoarse little voice, like he could never clear his throat, squeaking as he spoke. It’s like I can see him there in my doorway, holding his iPad, just taller than the doorknob thanks to his messy hair.
“Andy?” he said.
Music blasted in my headphones. When he walked in I didn’t see him. I drew in my sketchbook, black charcoal coated the edge of my palm and...