1609 14 11
|
Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
|
160922
|
No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
|
160951
|
Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
|
160923
|
The email landed in his inbox.He'd been staring at the empty screen for a while now even though, really, he hadn't been expecting anything to arrive, yet there it was.He sat and stared, not daring to click it. He knew he shouldn't have sent a mail in the first place. He…
|
160932
|
it's the constant reminders of something that was never a constant remind her but i suppose there is no ticking clock on that which is wondrous and it was right right it's hard to come up with cleverly phrased universal truths and it's hard to make…
|
160900
|
Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
|
160910
|
If you work with the public, you're stressed. Unreasonable customers. Demanding bosses. Reduced staffing. I love my job, but the workload is tough and getting tougher. What can we do to keep our spirits up?Play Customer Appreciation! It's simple. Assign a point value…
|
160922
|
Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
|
160940
|
We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
|
1609108
|
|
160900
|
There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were each outfitted with robes, red of course, and mortar-boards with a gold tassel dangling over one eye. It made me positively dizzy. Plus I was extremely hung-over that day.
|
160952
|
That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
|
1609105
|
The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
|
160971
|
There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
|
1608114
|
He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy – both planned and spontaneous – that’s unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.
|
160864
|
OF ALL 2,000 YEARS 10 Point The city after the snow was Medieval, the thousand paths wound as browsing deer. Inside her coat what wild heart. Lethe The beads were rolled-river at her throat, milk blue on a yellow string. I…
|
160822
|
The man and the woman looked at each other almost shyly. The man flicked his eyes away self-consciously and looked outside, seeing the clouds in the distance, the smaller buildings…
|
160833
|
I said, “If this rose doesn't grow another petal in twenty minutes, I'm burning down the neighborhood.” “Just let it go,” said Paul. “No,” I said. “That's what's happening right here.” “You'll try again next…
|
160822
|
Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
|
160843
|
You think about the first time you saw an axe
|
160887
|
I imagine you in the States,
pushing stacks of work papers and our memories
to the side, sense your enjoyment that
you won’t see the worry of your
behavior reflected in my eyes again.
That you can buy and bang and be
whomever you want,
|
160898
|
we name invasive species,
|
160831
|
The man had decided that this was going to be his last day. He’d find out one final thing and he’d be done. He had spent the last few years of his life unwinding things that had been wound and untying knots that had been tied.
|
160885
|
We will collapse in a storm of images
|
160844
|
Charles tapped the anger management code on his steering wheel. He rolled down his street and saw Jack Watson throwing stuff into the trunk of his black Volvo coupe. He waved, but Jack did not wave back. Jack's face was blazing red. He looked like he might have a…
|
1608188
|
Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
|
160850
|
She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
|
160711
|
1. Poor grammar does not sleep. 2. We'll never finish every idea we have. 3. No matter how hard you try, you still might make it into my book
|
160785
|
It's all over now, Baby Blue...
|
160797
|
After lunch I left my office and trickled along like a slow leak, a notch above meandering; gravity had become a lateral force that pulled me forward.
|
