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What if blood engorging your penis could be the result of emotions other than sex and violence? Wouldn't it be nice if your dick could be used to express the lengths and depths of other feelings?
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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Dear Sir/ Madam I wish to apply for the position you advertised in the Daily Sun. Although my expertise is in self-obliteration and self-worth (or lack of), and my work mainly in disappointment, I do have much experience in failure, which this letter will…
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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And I don't know how long it will be until she comes outside and figures it all out.
Figures me out.
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In order to be a catalyst for catharsis — which is just a fancy way of saying agent of change — you have to be willing to condition yourself into something partially inhuman. Only something on the very outskirts of humanity…
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You’re never really asleep. I am never awake. But as the darkness fades, I read. Your body tells my story.
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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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Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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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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Everybody knew Billy Miller. He had messy hair and crooked teeth that he hid behind a thin-lipped smile. He and his friend Jimmy Rodgers, who everyone called Cock on account of his red hair that stuck up like a comb, were inseparable. They liked to ste
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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Light “I can escape the feeling of complicity in it only by speaking out.” The professor arrives on time, sockless. The former a sign of his polite upbringing. The latter, his lack of pretense and high …
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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Even word dancers need rest.
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The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine
and it sits there and waits until I come home
just like you.
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Susan said since her divorce three years ago there have been too many Jacks in her life. Seven, if she counted that older guy. She knew that now. Too many. It was the name and little else that drew her to men. She told me the name alone was like Pavlov's bell. It…
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My body feels chilly but it's not from the outside temps. It seems to me it's the opposite of a fever.
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Allie didn't share that moment with Jim. That moment he spoke about whenever they made new friends as a couple— that moment he planned to recount at their engagement party.
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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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"I'm in a wrestling movie!" you shouted.
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His mother was a ballerina.
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Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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Maybe this very short story is about shyness. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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And now, the weather. The Cloud Wranglers have roped three solid clouds this morning, preventing the clouds from raining iron bars onto Human Brain Storage Center #17.
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