2004 1 1
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What? No, no, where did my world go? I was in the middle of… something. What's going on? What's stroking my face?
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200400
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200432
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She was legally blind. He felt comfortable knowing she couldn’t see him very clearly.
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2004129
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Wake up! But it was already too late for Charles.
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200320
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A Vicious Deer
The man came across the hall to talk to us.
He was buying some paintings.
He had a white deer on a leash.
Fosca (our Malamute) said: “That's a vicious deer.”
She kept putting her paw on its shoulder.
I said: “You bet
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200340
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My mother looked up and began to laugh, it was a nervous tittering, but there was delight in her eyes at the crazy spectacle of our small black puppy eluding, probably taunting all these armed police.
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2003183
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she peeled back
the white wrapper
from around her
ice cream sandwich
slowly, methodically
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200388
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So she set about eliminating the problem, all the time recalling some newsmagazine program she’d seen as a child: a discussion of hantavirus, nasty and deadly and spread by mice.
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200351
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One year, she got a kite.
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200322
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Wee-wee-sweet-pea me? I live, I weep, a third of me passed in sleep, start a scene or two, play and dance the fool, …
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200311
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Almost 24 hours ago in Pakistan, Osama Bin Laden was sleeping just as he had slept every night for the hundreds of days prior; comfortable in a million dollar compound with his son and advisors around him...
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200353
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a beautiful cool quiet day
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200243
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…Professor Wumbat begins.
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200287
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I'd been working for two years as a barista in a Starbuck's in a giant, two-story Borders in an upscale mall on Rt. 355, a main artery between Washington D.C., and Frederick, Maryland. I'd finished my M.F.A in 2000 and was trying to build up steam for more grad…
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200220
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“We’re prisoners,” Sean reminded the guard. “Prisoners of your military.”
“You have never been treated as such.” Captain Hughes looked around the bar. “This festival is a celebration of you, of all of you. We pride ourselves on ou
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200251
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in his thin, swanky
black leather jacket
out on the town at night
in Mexico with his girlfriend
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200221
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"Look at this," she says while thumbing through the guide book, "look at what we can do on Jooga Booga island. Says here, 'Parasailing over the sapphire blue sea, one soars hundred of feet above water-skiers, boaters, and snorkelers, and the picture is b
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200200
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My novel-in-stories, NAN, is now available as an ebook for $6.99. Thanks to everyone who read the first 7 published stories here on Fictionaut.
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200200
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I laid in the road, broken and alone, until I had no choice but to pull myself together and get out.
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200233
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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200220
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Her mother told her once: "Don't be no whore, Fe-fe."
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200222
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I know it’s nobody’s fault, and that one thing had nothing to do with the other, because it was this way for me since I was born; they just didn’t figure it out for a while that with one of my ears I could hardly hear, and with the other, I couldn
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2001109
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We watch the news together every day.
10 minutes total; flashes of tragedy broken up with fluffy current events.
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200132
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“Why is it that you give a woman a bit of power and she turns into a man” said a new intern from the copying room “You can hear her balls rubbing on the carpet as she walks”
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200162
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And now its done! Five months read! This book is batoning in my head. Its eleven o'clock AM and hot as hell, even the breeze, billowing nets through the sliding screen adds sweat, cuts me down to size. I will needs again to…
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200142
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1.) Please discuss any real-life problems you may have encountered having to do with the concept of “the look” or “the male gaze” as propounded in some of the feminist criticism readings we've done thus far this semester.
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2001177
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The transformation in their domineering, sour mother revised her children’s memories of their childhoods.
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20013914
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Where seldom is heard
an encouraging word
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200175
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“It’s a sad thing,” I said, “when a man has to suffer just for getting a little on the side.”
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20011210
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Christ walks the streets of Venice,/has long since become a regular . . .
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