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The boys drank in one room. The girls in another. Always the same, no matter the letters.
Greek Letters.
Shabby sofa on the burnt-out lawn.
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This year I did not markthe day of your death.I let it slip by in an afternoonfilled with music you'll never hear,words you'll never read,a chorus of voices raised in protestat the unwavering passage of time.I don't need a numberto know that you are gone.Since you went…
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Had I said something before, she might could have saved a little face by telling me to go to hell before we tumbled into the covers. All right. Again, I was no gentleman. Send me to hell. Whatever. I lay there on my back, my arm around her, and listened t
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“There’s cheap land at Cudlee Creek perfect for breeding long-haired rabbits,” he added. “They can’t jump high so fencing costs are low.”
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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I married a penguin. Her waddle made for a scenic view.
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140033
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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The next time I see you, I’m going to pretend you’re a stranger, and that I’m meeting you for the first time.
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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139900
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“Jesus Christ!” the man screams in pain, and a chorus of “Ewww” is heard from the girls' bench, where the severed body part has landed in a Yoplait strawberry yogurt.
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139931
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At five a family relative took my life away from me and no one cared
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nine
seven
thousand
debut
novel
words
i love you
thx for reading
by
#aksania
#xenogrette
#MINE
#novella
#birdking
#pixies
#ASPARAGUS
#SPACETRASHVIOLET
#SEX
#DOROTHYNOTROBOT
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Still no rain. Eight months, says Hollister. More like nine, says James Earl. We stand in Hollister’s high meadow, what’s left of it.
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The blade was wielded by a spunky brunette with a German accent and a laugh that made me weak at the knees.
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Digging in another garden, jumping into another space and time, I impaled a toad on the tines of a garden fork. At first I thought the toad was a clump of clay, stuck to the thick tine, but before I could kick the clay off with my…
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Susan was twenty-four when it happened again, but she had neither the patience nor the attachment to see it through.
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your olive-pitting thumbs
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My mother was Irish as Paddy's pig. So all her family. Lovely people they were. Also, seldom seen among the Folk; stone cold sober. My father's family; Bavarian German. Bavaria's the wrong side of the German tracks. Frankfort people laugh at Bavarians as people in…
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In closing, Your Honor:After the interview Bad Blake, a/k/a "Otis" takes "Miss" Jane Craddock back to his hotel, ties her up, and gives her a Cleveland Steamer. For reference, please refer to my Brief, Exhibit A, showing a thespian named Ronald Jeremy…
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139863
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My poems have appeared in four different publications; three have died shortly after they ran my stuff. Coincidence, or something more sinister?
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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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Was he really a Secret Service guy? No time to think now! Quick as lightning, Rachel bounded over the sleeping matron and sprinted up the aisle.
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It distresses me that you will never lust after me /
the way you did for that girl /
who had her hands around your belt
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her skin the color of honey sugary sweet eyes like long-forgotten pathways to a place I can only just recall her hair in twists and her hands touching it fondling it tucking it back behind her ears as she rubs her legs against each other crosses them at…
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I should have buried him on the saddleback and kept my mouth shut. I'll murder the bastard who did it.
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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when the devil dies he divides enough evil for everybody
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