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Her wrinkles came into focus, the sort of old woman's face photographed for coffee tables and art galleries and corporate boardrooms, for prize juries and grant selection committees, and Luc searched his formidable memory for an exact match. Over the long, tedious…
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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.
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The mouth on my breasts is hungry, searching, needing...
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"Dude!" James smacked Peter's head. "Don't be a jerk. Did you get a look at her or not?"
Peter said, "I didn't really see her face. Is she hot? Do you wanna kiss her face?"
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Raymond Carver used to write poetry in his car. /
Tonight, I tried it too. /
I have a car like Raymond Carver /
but cannot write poetry like Raymond Carver. /
The car isn’t enough.
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"They treat us like shit," the mathematician said. "They think they can just take us and electrocute us and drown us."
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She suggested just moving in together. A lot less constrained by convention she, on occasion, did not wear a bra.
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Qaddafi's murder brought an old memory I had forgotten about.
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The jail, where I stayed for 48 hours, gave me enough information to write a 180-page book, something I resisted setting out upon due to the insult of it.
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And without further ado, The Author.
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Hi, I'm Alexander Payne. I hate sex.
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“No,” he says. A simple lie. “I -” He pushes the sleeping bag off of his legs. Their getaway reset was a mistake.
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We all//
fall short and fail.
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Marlene smiles at me with her lips pressed together. The young girl standing with her can't be more than fourteen or fifteen although she is tall for her age. She too smiles. She has an intricate set of braces on her teeth. I can't tell if Marlene has teeth
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The P-36 used for gunnery exercises was twitchy and stubborn...
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The desk calendar was brilliant, unused. The problems with it didn't begin until March.
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What if I never feel like a real artist? What does it even mean to be a "real" artist? What if nobody ever cares about what I make?
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Once upon a time, not so long ago in Los Angeles, Jack and Jill Woodman’s father remarried.
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He was still on the ground...
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The plan was this: We would take our first vacation. My husband and I would take our 2 ½-year-old son Ethan and 13-month-old son Jonas to Mystic, Connecticut, a 90 minute drive from our home outside of Boston. We would stay at the Hilton, which was right near the Aquarium,…
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Clayton had a grin like the hand of a beast that stretched as long as her gravel road...
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The Kharal kept us safe, we knew, kept the colony functional in the oft belabored effort that was living our small, human lives surrounded by death, for in their ring of constant invisible protection, when they did not come, we thrived. It was not as tho
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This is an older story that was inspired by research on naming conventions while trying to find record of my own ancestors in the Ukraine. I did not find them. Instead I was inspired to write this.
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She thinks she trusts this man; she wants to trust him. His face reminds her of a man who once took care of her on an airplane when she was a kid traveling by herself.
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Alysia stretched her left hand out at Kurai, and the electricity connected with her fingertips like beacon.
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I sought to feel something. I hunted my mortality. I craved that rush of life pulsating through my veins.
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The DC-9 bounced in the turbulence over the north Pacific waking the dozing Ben Clarone.
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Across from the Hell Hole
the Cage on Sixth pulses,
sweats, swooshes, hot concussion as players
play for keeps.
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