1644 7 6
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—indistinct and foggy, my eyes lost at sea,
confined to a horizon not close to land.
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164421
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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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164400
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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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1644106
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She is face down in the snow
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164400
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Caster had always imagined the Consensus as a big room, as big as the world, filled with white space and people with quantum wings, flitting about, creating information. There were tinted bubbles for people to share for privacy, and the lights never went
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16442311
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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1644149
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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164421
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My buddy had been in the computer business, a systems analyst. Surely there would be some mention of him online. But there was nothing. Nothing, that is, until I saw the obituary.
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164400
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Still as the knife on the counter there still. Like mothballs in a chest. One with clear bags and newspaper clippings and your scarf inside it. The baby girl could put a mothball in her mouth and suck it like a penny. The way too close to a light bulb bur
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1644117
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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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164363
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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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164396
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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164333
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164343
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Atlanta, 1990The night we almost died,crushed at a one-hit wonder concert,comes back to mewhen the club announces it's closing.An ancient excelsior millturned industrial dance hall,I spent three years mapping every dark corner, finding secret places for sex and…
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164365
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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164300
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Jumping from roof to roof, Keiko and Rumiko remained quiet after hearing Mayumi’s story. They saw the shrine ahead but they knew they were going to run out of buildings to stay above.
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164355
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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164374
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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164399
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She may never know and it sureis a small world. She may neverknow and they have a list. She maynever know, I'm very grateful.She may never know and I couldhave sworn we were getting along justfine. I refused to say goodbye. I am still wearing those…
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164321
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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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164341
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threads of Cocoa Krispies
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164300
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I was awakened by a disturbing dream. He was no longer with me and I felt afraid. Everything was cloudy, almost blurry. I couldn't see much in front of me, but I knew for sure he wasn't there with me. Then he said the words I feared the most “I don't love you.…
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1643116
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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164310
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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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164300
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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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1643188
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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16421511
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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164231
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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164220
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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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164242
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Although badly educated, and although the Michoacána fought to deny it, she held the complex notion that borders are not abrupt lines, simple artifacts of geography and cartography.
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