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She used to think of him as someone to entertain with charming lies, but things evolve in unexpected ways.
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190912
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Sawyer walked toward the lone house with the sentinel trees.
Behind him there were no tracks in the snow.
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19091817
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One day my wife got so mad at me she raked her fingernails down my face.
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19091312
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They confess love for Karaoke and metal rock. They have purchased expensive Stratocasters and Zildjians.
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19092319
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Alice writes three different versions of the letter. The last one is the most tempered, the most like her, but still it is such an unlike-her thing to do. The couple who lives above her has been disrupting her sleep nearly every night for the past three weeks. The woman's…
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190963
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Your finger quivers as it writes
Upon me words in water,
Words I cannot read nor drink
But feel them as you drink
Them with your tongue
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190842
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He could smell the vestiges of alcohol on his folks. They’d let him stay up till midnight to mark the new year, and his mother had sneaked him a taste of her whisky. He remembered now what she’d last said before sending him off to bed, how strange it soun
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19082011
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...you lick you ice cream, little pink tongue like a cat's, flick, flick... lick fast, girl, the heat's gonna melt it...
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190887
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Megan beat up on herself later over the unsaid.
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1908117
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I'm trying to read a Poetry in Motion poem on there wall of a crowded electric train
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190874
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her parents were gone they sat on the love seat side by side saying nothing the longest time
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190854
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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar
the sweet crust that decorates our bright enameled pots.
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190731
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I sit in my chemise like a forgotten rag doll on the stool before my vanity. My body is postured towards nothing in particular, my gaze keeps returning to vacant; it’s far preferable to any fixed sight it could find.
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190753
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Now, gazing into Greg’s expectant eyes, the only Chinese word Deepti could summon was kuei. Ghost. Before that summer, her mother flipped through the pages of Maxine Hong Kingston’s memoir every day, as if she could glean magic from the touch of her finge
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19071413
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. . . clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof . . .
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1907148
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The rain is no terrible epitaph
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19071710
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Can you write a 250-word story without using the letter "e"?
Ruth's back is curving forwards, folding, softly caving into tomorrow.
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1907128
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In the office supply store on Union, Jeremy, the stock boy, shelves tubs of rubber bands. Tubs with an easy-access pop-top and a see-through container. If Hendy saw these tubs, she would think these particular rubber bands resembled anorexic gummy-worms,
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190771
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Sophie didn't stop for lunch when she worked. She showed up first in the morning and worked through until the last package was delivered. She pedaled from building to building and walked quickly, at just shy…
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190774
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There was a time when she could quell the loathing that Fred inspired in her. She could force it down. Back then, for instance, when they’d been in counseling, the ball of hatred had only been a little, overripe orange - squishy and occasionally mushed
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190794
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History is replete with brutally imaginative techniques of torture and execution, but I am the only death machine that doubles as a musical instrument.
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190742
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Flush, a sputter, and the water level rises, slowly. Flush again.
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19062614
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After each piece cancelled the other
the generals folded up their checkerboards,
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190686
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Every lunch time the numerous small jukeboxes that are distributed about the dining area fill the air with webs of King Curtis and Benny Goodman.
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19061312
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He introduced me to key lime pie, and for this alone I would have loved him forever. It was an innocent time for me, and I was easy to please.
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190642
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We've worked silence over /
Like pros, our best work together.
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1906168
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The three of us traveled seven hours that day and Al traveled as far in the service of finding the right tool for his writing.
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190500
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The year is 2110. The earth is no longer habitual for human beings. The oceans are gone, the sky is red and irradiated and the last vestiges of human civilian are located within the confines of massive barrier cities. For a century mankind has been at war
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190554
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Are you asleep? He says.
Wake up.
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190521
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I used to think the world was fucked and it was up to me and me alone to see it unfucked. That's really what I used to think, but I've been trying to work on that. It's not a particularly flattering characteristic I have. I'm trying to be more positive.
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