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When nothing's there

He was in his dream house yet again, speaking to himself. He was standing well-dressed and emaciated in his own glory he felt a sudden brashness overwhelm him. He wore a tailored suit, with fine material and branded shoes. He was enthralled by his own stature so much he stood in the front black trifold mirror, speaking to his three personalities. His inner Munch spoke first." You had your chance."

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The Bruno effect

He could hear a noise. The apparent humming of a woman, it sounded close-right next to him in fact. He couldn't open his eyes although he wanted to. He couldn't move, he felt glued in place. A boiling panic was bubbling in his chest, escalating. He felt the rise and fall of his chest and his eyes moving behind the lids. Then something touched him. His heart rate quickly escalated and he moved his neck from side to side. He couldn't speak, he found it hard to breathe as if there was a weight on his chest. It felt like a moment before an asthma attack, lungs slowly collapsing producing haggard breath.

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Among the noise

His ribs convulsed with every breath as he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees. Sweating profusely he tried to stand but rocked his way back to the bed. He felt groggy, a headache, was waiting for him along with the clutter of a new day. He stood and stretched his shoulders, twisted his neck and walked towards the studio.He'd find himself wandering around like a desert wind, without a place to rest. He tried to stay busy with something other than work- he knew that it was a bad idea to be enthralled by the

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His studio

*Trigger Warning* This chapter contains graphic contents. Breathless, he stood outside of Tony's residence. His throat was dry, as he swallowed in the sultry rage bobbing around his apple. He kept flicking his forefingers together. It was the witching hour, and he didn't care.

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Do y*u know who I am

No matter the room, the smell of rotting flesh followed him like a shadow. He had to steady himself on the walls, trying to escape the voices. Fervent wailing and inaudible speech vibrated all around him. He staggered his way to an unassuming door at the far end of the house.He turned his back to it as soon as he fell, rolling down the door with his stomach clenched. He held his head in his hands, shaken and confused he looked up. Looking down the hallway, the paintings and all their tumult ceased. He was now able to breathe,

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We were once part of the Earth

The doorknob twisted and a light twinkling of metal came from outside. With murderous intent, Harry flung open the door, clinging onto the arch in need for support. Like a cunning serpent, he entered the garden of artworks. Grabbing his phone torch; he lit his way through the gallery.The air was dry, and his sinuses gnawed at him. He sneezed so hard he stumbled into something near the wall. It was wet paint. The gallery was still in the making, the interior design was incomplete, but there were

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Beauty Encompassed

There she was. As a lusting satyr grabbed at a feminine figure, Dona was now the sleeping Hermaphrodite artwork. Approaching her from the rear, Harry thought she represented Venus, but, the front side revealed something unexpected.Why had she been represented as Aphrodite's son and not Aphrodite herself? She was stark naked, posing like a doll with no expression. He wanted to touch her, to stroke her cheek and feel the urgency of the scene in front of him. His chest was caving in, and he found it hard to breathe. The tears st

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His dying wish

She was wearing a classic trench coat, with a fedora and that hid most of her red hair. Sitting across from a concerned family, she stated. "Like any private detective, I have seen many things in my years, even previously as a former agent."She took her hat off and entwined her fingers. "But nothing could have prepared me for what was to come." As the husband held his wife in his arms, she wailed as the detective continued. "I am sorry for your loss."

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