What was THIS supposed to be?

Ran across a file today titled “The Migraine Muse”.  I don’t remember writing it, though it’s obvious that I did.
The Migraine Muse
Ellen bit her lip.  The pain was subsiding, and with it she felt her grasp on her story slip away – Dolly the pretty one, Marjorie the silent stern patient one, Mickey the lovable [...]

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Dead sea scroll

What you write goes out in the world.  Whether you like it or not, it travels.  Mostly not very far, but sometimes very far, very far indeed; and when it does, you no longer can stop others from reading into it what they want to see.
“No,” you can say, “no, that’s not what I meant.  [...]

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You don’t need to put on a show. You’re already my friend.

You don’t need to impress me.
You don’t need to make me laugh.
You don’t need to be smarter than me,
You don’t need to know about nuclear physics or Schonberg.
You don’t need to be tall or be good at chess,
You don’t need to be psychic or in touch with God.
You don’t need to be anything but yourself;
You [...]

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Spoiler

Hey there, sad, miserable, lonely person, don’t try to bring the world down, OK?  Not the world, not even one person, not even if you hate him.  Not even if he hurt you and he deserved it.  Not for that.  Not for anything.
I’m no stranger to revenge, but I know it doesn’t work.  In the [...]

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Two-page story

I just found this in a notebook.  It might be some kind of prose poem or the beginning of a science fiction novel.  Hard to say.  It’s called “Two-Page Story” because the only constraint I set was that it had to fit in exactly two pages of the notebook. I think it’s from this February, [...]

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Scene

While I have some awesome content to add about yesterday’s mammoth bike ride through Toronto (I am actually kind of glad I didn’t get a chance to bike to Waterloo after all – I am NOT in condition for an 80-100 km ride, let alone a return trip two days later), I have to go [...]

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Ground state

*Warning: Prose poem follows*
Ground state
She told me about the breakup, then left the table.  I looked out the window.
A woman was getting into a minivan, a tubby woman, middle-aged, ordinary, arms full of plastic-sheathed drycleaning.  Her stolid greying husband glared at her from the driver’s seat; she got in, buckled up, and they drove away.  [...]

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What everyone knew

* NOTE – THIS IS FICTION (or some kind of prose poem) *
What everyone knew
    It started as a game, as an innocent prank.  It started as something to do when you were bored, in the fifteen minutes between getting to work and starting to work.  It started small and simple and no one, no [...]

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Old Music

* Note: This is a prose poem *
I haven’t been here in the longest time.  Years, decades even; it’s just a vague summertime memory from the earliest days of the earliest days.  Grass. flowers, butterflies.  I haven’t been here in the longest time.  It’s not like I remembered it.
Some memories are things you carry in [...]

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