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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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I struck up a conversation with the cricket. We talked about Super Nintendo and cookies and we fell asleep on the boulder. The next morning, I woke up and offered the cricket a donut. He enjoyed the donut thoroughly...
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...the dead have...communicated into the high tech microwave towers of modern Prague. And their messages now may mount to the stars, confusing millions.
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We bobbed and weaved using our words like the sniffs of two unfamiliar dogs in a Wal-mart parking lot. Wary, but sensing we could be more than just polite neighbors, once we got past the normal darkness of strangers. There was no plot to our story yet, but we both seemed to…
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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Surrounded by a stressfull sense of trying to understand the human condition. The flawed characters in the story speak of past violence and conflict. It is about a boy who is dealing with a recent suicide attempt on his own life & the regrets that come wi
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"Eye contact is essential as it shows confidence. I walk with purpose and hope that my skirt isn’t too short. "
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This new kid on the block, named Miller, showed up out of the blue one day, while we were throwing rocks and boulders down on this flimsy gray sheet of construction plywood that was covering an open trench in front of a new house on our block. One of the
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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I pointed, trying to keep a rising frisson of alarm from my voice.
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This writers' conference (sponsored by VQR, which had run its banner ad atop the Fictionaut home page in the summer of 2014, which begins to explain both my attendance and this essay) revealed itself as an apt subject . . .
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Content may contain ordinary, everyday, and all around average happenings.
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The ocean smelled like decomposed plant life and clinically despicable vagina, but I still spoke of its power and my fear of it in moonlit clichés and she still listened.
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Momma takes us to the candle store next door where everything smells sweet
as she opens, closes glass lids, lets us lean our faces close, smell pumpkin, lavender,
trees...
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I wake up on the edge of the mattress, teetering. The dog is looking at me funny.
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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When I cook sausages, I am afraid I will not let them sit in the pan long enough, and they will be pink inside. Then, even if the pigs have been handled humanely, I and the person for whom I've prepared this meal will be at risk for some terrible stomach poisoning.Let's say…
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I’ve just moved to New York City and, somehow, Scarlett Johansson is at the same party I’m at.
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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Say the world is a smudged charcoal drawing. Slit from its frame, smuggled out of the Vatican. Don't say it couldn't happen. Who would know.
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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A shot in the dark and everything goes black. It's as if the story never happened.
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—It’s difficult to say, he said. I have mood swings. Women don’t like that. They become upset.
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