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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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When I first started out in my working career, I made it the habit of obtaining jobs with companies that were about to go under. (I wrote more books while on unemployment than by any other method.) I was a real bloodhound at sniffing out the pre-dawn od
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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"Look at the grime on those curtains. Not fit for an Emperor. Pull them down. Put up fresh new ones. Not a spot."
"Oh! Look at this throne. All uneven legs. The gems are not shining. The gold looks dull. Fix it, fix it, fix it!"
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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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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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But I don't see the cabinets, or know how to put the 4 chapters he's talking about today into the drawers that are invisible, floating, above his bed he's been in for a year, me sitting next to him, becoming a spinster.
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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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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My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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I laughed maniacally in my head at the thought, but I kept picking at it all the same, the bunnies had plans for us.
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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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I have no confidence that you'll complete the task. Shit, you probably don't even understand it in the slightest.
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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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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threads of Cocoa Krispies
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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As the four flew beside each other, they shared their stories and got to know one another. Soon they learned from the voice what was happening.
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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.
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His mother was a ballerina.
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Even word dancers need rest.
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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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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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