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The Eye-Gouger

  
An ex from a long time ago sneaks into the family yard, and sleeps in the bushes, out of the view of everyone else.

She sneaks into the house, and gouges one of my mother's eyes with a spoon, but doesn't finish the job. Mom flees from the house with an eyeball popping out, like something out of a cartoon, but is otherwise unharmed. Dad criticizes me for dating so many trans people, making a lazy comparison to being transgender and being mentally unstable, and we argue for a while. Exhausted and frustrated, we all agree to get in the car and drive across the desert, away from civilization where people like my ex can find me.

We pull up to a hovel in the middle of nowhere, perched atop a mountain of junk. From the outside looking in, it appears to be utterly inhospitable. Inside, however, is a cozy and well-furnished apartment far away from anyone who can harm us. We lock the doors and settle in,
The AirBnb Flop House

  
Last night, I dreamt my brother and I just checked into an AirBnB that was a total shithole. It was an absolute crack den with garbage all over the floor. The person renting out the place was basically a prostitute.

I come back to the apartment to find my brother shirtless. We burn a cardboard box decorated to look like a giant building as my brother poses shirtless for photos.

"You're jacked as fuck," I comment.
Flight to England

  
"Come on, son," Dad says to me, "We're flying to England in the morning tomorrow, so we need to finish getting ready."

A chill runs down my spine as I realize that I don't have my passport, and have never had one.
Road Trip

  
I'm sitting in a van. It's a red 90's Ford Windstar, rocking side to side as it barrels down a long road. The land is flat, repetitive, and boring.

"We're in Nebraska," dad says. The hours of driving have left him in a quiet stupor, his mind dedicated to the bends and twists between objects in motion.

I look over at my brother, and he's seven years old, staring out the window as he plays his GameBoy. We're making our way to Colorado, our yearly summer pilgrimage to the house of my mother's parents. The van''s CD player is blaring Da Vinci's Notebook, and dad sings along to keep himself awake.

My gut feels an awkward sinking feeling. This isn't real, and there is no coming back to this. There is no fixing the marriage of my parents, there is no convergence between scattered people who won't talk to each other.

I sobbed bitterly, and tears streamed down my face.
  
"We're in Nebraska," dad says.


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Tunnel of Kronos

  
A battle rages on in the near reaches of our settlement. Dozens of ships varying in design hang high in our planet's sky. Thousands of lazers light up a desert night. We stand far beneath them, as our base scrambles to mount any sort of defense.

"We have to get you somewhere safe," one of my commanding officers bellows, practically grabbing my entire body as we run together. We run towards the temple of Kronos, keeper of time.

"Are you sure about this, Commander?" I ask, staring down his eyes.

"We don't have time. You need to hide in the past. I'll come looking for you when the coast is clear."

I nod, and step inside.

I find myself in a chamber shaped like a coffin, and kneel at the altar. I cut my hand, place a gold plate against my blood, and touch the marble surface.

I stand alone in a red desert at the beginning of sunrise. Sweating, I set my bags down and sit. A timer starts on my watch, and I hear the gentle low hum of wind scraping against the dunes. Now it is time to wait.
  
And z is only actually cool in Zot and Hubzilla.
  
In Australia if you use the '-ize' form, kangaroos will shit on your lawn and you'll be drinking alone whilst everybody around you chants "yank, yank septic tank" in unison.
The Flight

  
My brothers and I wanted to visit our grandparents, so we built a makeshift airplane and started flying it towards their state.
Somewhere along the way, I thought about how we were supposed to land it and that we weren't talking to any air traffic controllers.

At that point, I realized that everything we were doing was Totally Fucking Illegal.
The Mosquito

  
I lay, half-paralyzed, in an effort to embrace the comfort of stillness. A low drone hummed over my head, crossing the divide from my right ear to my left. I winced, as I knew deep down what would happen next.

"Hello," a high-pitched voice rasped into my ear, "I've been watching you for a while now."

My heart skipped a beat, and I found myself in disbelief.

"Yes," it continued, "I can in fact talk."
"That's incredible," I whispered, "can all insects do this?"

A pause.

"Only some of us can. You would be surprised at how little an ant has to say."
  
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