Lithium
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Lithium, Chptr. 6 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel exploded a hotdog in the microwave. So did Andy. Mel’s was by accident, Andy’s, not so much, but Mel welcomed the culinary company. They managed to cook the remaining hot dogs and a can of beans in a plastic container they had to buy […]
Lithium, Chptr. 5 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel sat on the toilet with a handful of his morning meds, a rainbow blend of shapes, sizes, and dosages. He took five just for Bipolar; two anti-depressants and three mood stabilizers. The morning dose was only two of them, plus two pills for other, […]
Lithium, Chptr. 4 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Larry was at the door at eight-thirty a.m. with the eviction order in his hand and an Albany County sheriff in tow. This told Mel that the fight to keep his home would be Ali-Frazier. It also told him he wouldn’t have an ounce of […]
Lithium, Chptr. 3 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel’s arms were loaded with Master Burger bags. He cradled a two-liter of soda under his armpit while he cradled his still-warm coffee in the crook of his elbow. In one hand was the mail and in the other was his keychain. He deftly maneuvered […]
Lithium, Chptr. 2 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Every car driving down the street was coming for them. Every click of every latch was the nameless, faceless forces of property law with their doom spelled out in Times New Roman twelve-point font on standard multipurpose copy paper. Even the cries and barks of […]
Lithium – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Pools of glistening color held their place on a smooth oak palette, lakes of vibrance awaiting the journey on brushes leaving bulbous wakes. A clear plastic gas station coffee cup held a dark purple waterline that clung to the brushes it held. Brush and palette kissed and […]
Lithium, Chptr. 22 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel found himself in a small room connected to a corridor, both haunted by the wayward energy of the mad and delusional. The walls glistened with whitewash, but Mel knew what lay beneath that thin coat was the lives and work of prophets and shaman, […]
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