Author Archives: cenobyte

About cenobyte

cenobyte is a writer and editor working in Saskatchewan, Canada.

It’s been a while

I don’t remember exactly when it was he told me how he felt, but after I knew, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I stole glances whenever I could. He lived further from me than many of my other friends, … Continue reading

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Going Around with Girls

People always ask me, “what do you believe in?” Actually, they don’t. Not always. Sometimes, people ask me, “what do you believe in?” Or, if they’re persnickety about dangling participles, they might ask me, “In what do you believe?” I … Continue reading

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More than this?

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UR DOIN IT RONG ALSO

You know, it’s unusual for me to get this upset about something I see on effbook status updates. I mean, there’s a *reason* I don’t do effbook very much anymore, and the sheer number of idiots posting shite that makes … Continue reading

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Away to me

In this dream I was running. The grass was the colour of deeply polished jade, and the sun had warmed the sidewalk enough that my bare feet were warm. I could smell the trees in leaf, the clover in the … Continue reading

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Earworm

Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed I stand in ruins behind you With your winter clothes, your broken sandal strap Take this longing from my tongue And all the useless things these hands have done Let … Continue reading

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The only light you’ll see

I wrote a note to The Captain’s teacher and vice principal today. Actually, I wrote the note yesterday, but guess who forgot to give it to his teacher until this morning? On my way to work, I got a call … Continue reading

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Your smile

I pulled back the curtain, but I don’t know what I expected to see. Nothing, I suppose. But still, with the wishes I have made on a thousand eyelashes, on as many dull pennies found in the gutter, I wished. … Continue reading

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This Grey Day

You are running, dust flying from your hair. You leave it all behind. I cannot keep up. Or perhaps you are whirling, twisting and turning in circles, spinning so fast your fingers are a blur. I cannot catch you. Do … Continue reading

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Understudy

I bet you wish I was writing more, don’t you? Well. I sure wish I was writing more.

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