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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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I'm old enough to be her father.
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166152
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“You done done sumpin’,” the old man guessed, “Sumpin’ bad...”
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166155
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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She allowed him to wash her hair. Touching it in a wet state, running his hands through it in a soapy state, wringing the water out when he was finished—he was ecstatic.
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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Walter met Danial at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. They didn't have much in common at first, other than AA, with Walter on the recovery side of treatment and Danial reluctantly just beginning.
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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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“Well, aren’t you the cutest thing?”
Shelly looked around for the source of the line and one of the better looking bar flies met her gaze. He wore a faded t-shirt with a swoosh graphic that read ‘Just Do Me‘. True to its mystical nature, her indefatigabl
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in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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"Thanks for the wild sex--let me know if you have any problems with the lint trap."
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“They say she lives alone out there.” “What, like out in the woods?” “Not like way back in a cabin or anything, but in a little house out there off the road. I'm not even sure she has a car.” “What, does she…
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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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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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I write poems as if language matters.
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Slipshod shoes were the first sign of a meltdown. Sometimes she could see it coming. A prickly gentleman washing his clothes on a Thursday afternoon. One week he’s fine. Nothing wrong with owning a sour face. The next Thursday, his shoes don’t match.
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In the blacklight of the storm, mother would tremble, spit and sway as the shutters would clatter and she would give away her balance. It was more than my heart could bear. She would always center her accusation with, “your boyfriend is a rake and a flam.” That…
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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“You’ve put all my anorexic friends on the table nearest the buffet,” I say. “And all my bulimic friends on the other side of the room away from the buffet and the toilets.”
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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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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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Everybody called her The Crier because from time to time we would hear her crying.
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