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Indefinite Length, Part 9

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8. Jul. 2018 By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio

Charlee decides to take the bus instead of hiring a car. Safety in numbers, safety in not sharing exact destinations, safety in keeping fists clenched. The sigil is glowing, has been glowing all morning. That hand is shoved in the pocket of Charlee's trench coat, balled up tight and fingernails making dents in the palm. Nothing to see here, fellow passengers, not plotting to bestow a lifetime of darkness on some white-haired asshole, nope. So maybe it will kill him, who knows? Not our place to judge. This is metaphysical shit, between him and God. But that's certainly not what's in my pocket.
The landscape rolling by outside is mundane and dirty and does not hold Charlee's attention. Fast food, gas station, church, repeat. Inside the bus, the view is only slightly more colorful, mostly thanks to the older woman in a bright floral housedress and hot orange slippers with a gold threaded logo across the toes, which Charlee can&#…

New York Life - Weirditude

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23. June. 2018 By Mykel Board - Bio


FIRST: Yesterday, I saw a white woman lying on her side on the sidewalk. She was dead or passed out. Her pants were down to her ankles. Kneeling behind her was a black guy with a roll of paper towels, wiping what appeared to be very loose shit from her ass and legs. He was working quickly, yet tenderly.... He clearly cared about her. Disgusting and touching at the same time.
Then there was this woman (see photo) walking in front of me when I was on my way from work to Bryant Park.
I'm glad to know that SOMETIMES at least, NYC can keep its weirditude.






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New York Life: Streets

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9. June 2018 By Mykel Board - Bio



Joey Ramone gets a place. Guy R. Brewer gets a whole boulevard. (Who the hell is Guy R. Brewer?) And Winnie and Nelson Mandela... between the two of them?




Something wrong there, don't you think?



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Indefinite Length, Part 8

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7. Jun. 2018 By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio

A certain percentage of any population will always value privacy over convenience, even when not engaged in questionable pursuits. These citizens may be viewed with suspicion by those who haven't, as yet, any reason to hide the goings-on of their own lives from the wide electric eye of the world.
Charlee is having a difficult time locating the persons on the list. The search for Bobby Stillwell proves fruitful first.
Mr. Stillwell had lived in a one-story, three bedroom home with beige shingle siding and black shutters, identical to 14% of the other homes in Charlee's old neighborhood. What made it unique, and an object of much discussion amongst the resident children, were the two tall juniper trees on either side of his front door. The top third of each tree was dead and brown, so that from a distance they looked like two giant, half-peeled ears of corn.
They quite obstructed the view of the door. The rumor was that Mr. Stillwell …

Universe Building

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29th. May. 2018 By Kim Cormack - Bio




The SettingGreetings OgFOMK Readers,
In my series universe, the three clans of immortals living on earth are sacrificial lambs for the greater good. I try to stay in only one character's mind, but in this case, a chapter from Triad's perspective seemed important. I thought I'd share this little snippet from my work in progress. 

A Snippet From Triad's Perspective It wasn’t long before he began having perilous visions about the repercussions of her recently discovered paternity. Her status as part Guardian was going to come with some rather treacherous complications. She wasn’t doing well adapting to the demanding feeding schedule of a Conduit. Kayn didn’t appear to understand the ability at all, but she always seemed to be able to tap into Frost’s ability. This made sense because Chloe was a part of her and her twin had that same gift. Kayn had also figured out how to summon up orbs of energy to use as a weapon but she had no control…

New York Story: Cops and Kids

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25. May. 2017 By Mykel Board - Bio

I'm publishing this here by special request... :
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Another reminder that, despite the politics, life (and race) is NOT just black or white.
I was in the extremely crowded first car of a subway yesterday. The train pulled into the station late. The driver was a woman (black) and I could see she looked upset when the train arrived.
The train was delayed while there were calls for the transit police to come to the front... an emergency. The doors stayed open while the train became more and more packed. Finally, when no one else could fit in the car, two transit cops arrived (black, white) and forced themselves into the car, next to the driver's compartment.
The driver's door opened and a little boy, maybe 6 years old, (black) walked out wearing a school-like backpack. He had tear-stained cheeks. He looked around the crowded car, ready to cry some more.
One of the transit cops (black) pushes his way to t…

The Heat of Greed

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22. May. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

There is heat in the fireplace and there is fire
Under the hood of the very fast automobile,
Incendiary fires that propel the just, the godless
And the awaiting into fecal or fecund horizons

Becoming food, fear and then incapable
Of compassion while the bacon fries and
Slaughter continues that, not to mention,
The poor, senseless aggregates that have

Bound their karma to the systematic
Killing of other beings whose sweet eyes
Are snuffed out not for hunger but for
Greed;

What we all do for greed is indeed what
We Don’t need but to heed the seed
Of a good
Deed;

Here lies the beckoned and the banquet
Host caries such a large anchor behind
Her head or His head
We all know he is already or she is already dead;

Then she shelves her guests or he does so too,
It’s a terrible cycle that goes on and on
All for greed,
The heat of greed that causes endless violent suffering;

But!
It’s not a punishment!
As soon as He wakes and she wakes
The thread of suffering…