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Mescaline Brisset
Bio
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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Stories (770/0)
Red Footprints
Talking letters from the past covered his skin. They left red marks in the post-war world. The ancient armchair he sat in, the familiar hometown streets he walked, the grandchildren's ears wide open as he tossed stories like German bombs. Reached by the sleeves and held close forever in his memory.
By Mescaline Brissetabout a year ago in Fiction
A Train of Thought
Rob’s phone started ringing relentlessly. Dismayed, didn’t deduce it. He left the house with a bottle of vodka in his jeans pocket, heading for the train station. Regina seemed to leave a hole in his ears and heart like a mad meteorite.
By Mescaline Brissetabout a year ago in Fiction