1952 1 2
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Phil was scared.
Not of his own shadow, but of the three men from ConAgra who'd dropped a duffel bag of green outside his den the week before.
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19521918
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We were in the car more than anywhere else. A few days driving, then a few days to get back home.
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1952146
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The handsome man at the opposite table swivels his head at the tall cool slim blonde entering the breakfast cafe. The ordinary woman sitting with him adjusts her chair accordingly. She pretends to ignore her husband's distraction, smoothes her hair, licks her…
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19521613
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If this was the day when the bribes of whiskey and US dollars would fail to work. If on this day a black bag, smelling of shit and fear, would be pulled over his head – the bloodied roots of a knocked out tooth tickling his neck.
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1951138
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There is a price. It's on the back. If you turn it around you'll see. It isn't expensive. Everything's okay.
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195111
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In sleep their bodies drift between the sheets until they find each other.
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195194
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Where I grew up, you did not venture casually into ocean waters.
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195132
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The sand felt warm, the way it usually was on Saturday afternoons in Seaside Heights; face down on the beach under a hot July sun that burned my back and shoulders
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195145
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Between the wars, I hung around in an air-conditioned room. It was tiny, and I was shoved to the back, but after living outside on another man's back for months of bullets and bombs, I welcomed the stuffiness. White paint kept close walls from reminding me of the trenches'…
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19511712
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A starved hunchbacked figure covered in blanket gently steers a one eyed dog along with him. A four legged shadow serving as his longtime companion against the all-consuming vacuum of the universe. A friend for all times.A thin scar runs from his cheekbone to…
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19512417
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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195086
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“Mules don’t like to dive, Esther.”
“I said maybe, Hugh. Maybe.”
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195000
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Where was it? Tino wondered, craning his neck, plastic bag in hand. He would have sworn there was a Barnes & Noble along this stretch. Had it closed since his mother had last been in the hospital two years ago?
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195065
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I peeled off a hundred. For the screwdriver, I said. The kid shook his head, made a pushing-away gesture. You need it worse’n I do right now, he said.
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195011
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“They picked me up in their spaceship about noon,” Austin Grantham says to me while pulling up an apple crate to use as a stool.
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19502719
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On the bus I sat like an ounce.
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195000
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Caroline smiles before reaching out to touch a shapeless shadow dancing on the wall, closing her eyes as the bumps in the primer serve brail to oncoming dreams.
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195032
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She was legally blind. He felt comfortable knowing she couldn’t see him very clearly.
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195062
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1. Think up problems that don’t exist
2. Realize, suddenly, that they don’t exist
3. Elation
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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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19491613
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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194932
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... her hair spills like spinach all the way down to her backpack, the top pocket where the bowl and the cinnamon estrange themselves from the coffee.
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1949115
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She wears a green and pink bikini and walks real slow, poking her chest out so people will notice her.
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1949139
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Dear Fictionaut Family,Some of you may recognize my name and remember reading my work, some of you may have joined more recently and be wondering what the hell I'm doing addressing you directly. I began writing on Fictionaut in 2010, during four years as I was fragmenting…
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194974
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The things we do for books, she thought.
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19493914
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Where seldom is heard
an encouraging word
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194920
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Her mother told her once: "Don't be no whore, Fe-fe."
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194953
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a beautiful cool quiet day
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194851
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One of her favorites was of an old axe asleep on a desert floor. She told people the axe had the western lips of September. That it held the song of the ocean and the dreams of a scarecrow. Some thought she was mad to talk in such a way. Others believed h
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194800
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Seven black and orange Tortoise-shell kittens nursed in a crate the day Sue returned from rehab, to her parent's Atlanta home.
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