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My twin sister Ilene has recently taken up with a man named “Darrell,” who is a member of the Shriner's Fun Korps, a motorized paramilitary group.
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We became The World Famous Shadow Puppet Theater because we thought that the best way to become world famous was to act as though we already were.
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The print is not ideal, it's true.
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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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someone left graffiti on the billboard
over: "God's a hard
act to follow"; the one that made the news
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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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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.
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Sleep left him like a fragmenting illusion. Suddenly, he was awake, like something pressing but fleeting had awoken him. Once awake, though, all he had was silence and stillness. His pulse quickened, his…
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“Gorgonzolla!” The remnant croaked, his eyes wild as he thrust an open hand in Jaffron's direction. A burst of energy tilted Jaffron's pod on its axis and sent it hurtling backwards...
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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Do you remember who I am yet?
I remember the first time you made love to me. It appears I was one of the lucky ones … it wasn’t in a car, it wasn’t in your Dad’s boat, underwater, or any other weird place you've written about. It was actual
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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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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He pours both of us another drink and I take a gulp, even though it seems to be half vodka. My body slows, the alcohol confusing my nervous system. I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t reach out to me. I wonder if this makes me the aggressor, but, a
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I write poems as if language matters.
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The bullet split her head in half before she could finish her sentence. Her blood sprayed out onto my face and covered my lips. The taste of life as it suddenly ended.
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
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Except where its waves break gently,/
white frothed and reassuring along the shore,
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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After my vasectomy, I got a T-shirt with a picture of an orange on it. It said "All Juice, No Seeds."
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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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Because he tells her to, she puts on a vintage Easter dress one size too small and sprawls in a circle of light on the dusty floor...
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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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"Something happens in a magical, soulful part of the heart...and you see YOU. You see yourself."
"I can't look at myself."
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It was the middle of May when I found out my teacher was screwing my mother.
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