James Scythe

Fingers pressed against your jeans, self soothed for anxiety. Tootsie roll eyes find mine, as I call your name. No need to be alone, tonight.

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James Scythe

Fingers pressed against your jeans, self soothed for anxiety. Tootsie roll eyes find mine, as I call your name. No need to be alone, tonight.

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Jan 17th 10min Object Write “Ramen”

James Scythe

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A loose glob of blood dangles from my nose. There’s mold on the back half of the Wonder Bread next to the toaster. A dog pisses in the corner. Dry knuckles pythoned around a hand gun. The teeth of the missing girl already added as pendants on one of my necklaces. The men in the room wide eyed and mangy, as adolescent hyena’s. They’ve managed to trap the Lion, whose name is known throughout this da...

Jan 15th 10min Object Write “Fish” Day 47

James Scythe

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Lime green seaweed exuberantly dancing with the current. A broken piece of coral scowls at its colorful brethren. Tiny claws, paired with a big bodied hermit crab, summersault around a potential new shell-home. A dead faced moray eel anchors itself in its grotto. Mouth gaped open as a starving wolf. Blood pollutes the water as a spear fisherman finds its mark. Sharks idly swim towards the commotio...

Jan 14th 10min Object Write “Pillow” Day 46

James Scythe

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Small hands grip the pillow as she bounces in the backseat. Pink glitter shoes that just learned how to lace themselves. Leftover Smucker’s Uncrustables hiding in her teeth. The window cries as it’s rolled down. The whisper of gasoline as it nourishes the vehicle. Long nails and 80’s hair from the rusted Toyota. Sweat drips from a Big Gulp. A man in a black suit caresses his black berry, soft clic...

Jan 13th 10min Object Write “Coffee” Day 45

James Scythe

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Hot chocolate cozies up on my tongue. Sugar snowflakes play coy with my taste buds. Snow melting by the front door, boots dripping. Snow melting off a pair of snow boots. Christmas lights wink at each other from strings of garland. A couple in over-sized jackets stomp their feet as grape juice makers by the front door. A woman tongues her lip from a canker sore. Yellow bracelets proudly laced arou...

Sad Trumpet

James Scythe

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The elephants trumpeted like a sickly orchestra as their blood was syphened. Skin once healthy and full, now sunken and depressed. Arranged in their circle, veins dripping, sunken eyes with fear. Again they bellow, ear shattering at first, less and less as they deplete. As the machine pulsated, every fifth pulse resulted in a painful extract. As the draining reached its end the elephants are slump...

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