2020 21 18
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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202033
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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201932
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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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20192216
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Maybe she would get married and have a baby, she said. Not with me, I said
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2019115
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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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201941
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What I need to secure from you now are two swears on this copy of Camp Bylaws for the Hearty and True that you won’t let my misinformed intrusion dampen your beginnings.
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201965
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We agreed I would go back up
to the cabin for another bottle.
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201952
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Jimmy wore a tie to top that torn green tee he toted every day, every other. He smelled of dirt, said he had a feeling we had watermelon somewhere since he caught a whiff from his room inside his house across the street.
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201900
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2 sticks soft (like your heart) butter...
... 1 cup crushed (like you) walnuts...
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201900
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Sometimes Seattle's the next thing to heaven. The sky's diamond blue, the sun's a caress; your whole soul can breathe. You know what the shouting's about. But the sun quickly fades to Protestant gray and the gray last a long…
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201922
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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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201821
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Paper Bird, Devotchka, TV On The Radio
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2018139
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with cool confidence
and believable body language
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2018109
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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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201800
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A night bird lands on the windowsill with a struggling copper moth in its beak. The bird cocks its head at Rasmus, then swallows the clockwork insect in a gulp before flying away.
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201800
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201887
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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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201700
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I had a weird feeling I had just validated his behavior — provided another tile in the mosaic of his ego and self-esteem — by doing nothing more than entering this hall of mirrors, and reflecting.
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201711
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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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20172414
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Our lives depend on/
engineers
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201784
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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201643
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And don’t you dare start panicking. Just sit there silently, letting the truth that you’re alone sear the back of your neck until it starts to feel cold.
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201620
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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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201600
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“Where are you going?” asked the young man. Teary-eyed and beaten, he gently put his hands on the shoulders of Snow-child, her back turned from him. “Home,” Snow-child said. “I'm going back to Norway.” …
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20161510
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There was gonna be a rumble in our schoolyard. An outright brawl. It was gonna be just like Blackboard Jungle. Only real. Not some movie at the Duwamish Drive-In. Every boy in my school, it seemed like, was lined up outside except me. All the third and fourth graders…
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201601
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Imagine instead the skater's lean feat, the toes which, honestly, may represent 25% of the entire length. The superb way she slips them into the boots. They smell like truffles.
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201698
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They sat on the couch, and he tried to unbutton her buttons, but she fended him off.
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201600
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it was one of those days, nostalgically bathed in technicolor, kodachrome and lost shades from a more vibrant distant past. squirrel jesus sat still
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201600
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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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201600
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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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