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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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Regime is elected officials ignoring constituents, ignoring protestors, ignoring history
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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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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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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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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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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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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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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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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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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