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Theatrical Muse #321 Cool
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Theatrical Muse #319. Friday
Sam wakes up with a hangover. From Thursday nights. Thursday nights are brutal ( Read more... ) -
Theatrical Muse #318. What does your future look like?
He's chasing him. Hunting him. Everything else is bent towards this one goal, an idle distraction, keeping his skills sharpened. Poor girl, she doesn't know. And she, oh, she has an idea and she's growing into a far better version of him than anyone recognizes, but no one sees that, either. Except for him. The ones who know what he plans even in ( Read more... ) -
Theatrical Muse #316. Ten Years Ago
The turn of the century and even in London it was cold, but not too cold. There were fireworks going off ( Read more... ) -
Theatrical Muse #317 What have you kept from childhood?
In the beginning, there was nothing. There was the void. The absence of presence, an emptiness incomprehensible in its profundity because there was nothing to penetrate it, to fill it, to draw the line between emptiness at all and fullness or the presence of something, anything ( Read more... ) -
Theatrical Muse #315 Jingle
It was that stupid jingle.
Evil is alive, evil is well.Not an advertising jingle but a segment of a song used to advertise the tv programme, so it was almost as good. Or almost as bad. It resonated through his brain like an itch just under the skull. It pulled at the edges of his attention so nothing was ever quite what it should be, fraying at ( Read more... ) -
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When it came right down to it, it was all blue cotton. The thread count didn't change the origin of the fibers. The shade didn't change the category of the dye color ( Read more... ) -
Theatrical Muse #311. Thankful
He came up to her while she was sleeping, curled up in the old leather chair in front of the television. Well. It was an old leather chair by now, but it was new to her. So many things were new to her, and strange, and so many things were old and familiar. It was home ( Read more... ) -
Theatrical Muse #307. Treat
Days didn't matter so much when no one else was around to celebrate them. They made up their own holidays. Jesus-Christ-I-Can't-Believe-It-Was-That-Close day. Hey-We-Grew-Potatoes day. Some of them they kept. Birthdays. Christmas ( Read more... )