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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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151774
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Francesco needed a magnifying glass to read her little missives.
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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…
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Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…
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"You look awfully familiar," said one of the corrupt oil company execs to the dark-haired man with the sunglasses and big sideburns.
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To tell the truth, I can’t complain. Look, lots of people have it tough. I don’t have it tough...
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Things don't always go to plan. Gem knew what people would have said back then, of course. She wasn't stupid.
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I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t
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151600
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Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
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My Aunt's husband liked to dress up like a clown
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151653
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Buyers of freelance writing have a well-deserved reputation for responding slowly, thereby increasing your pleasure in much the same way that the Pointer Sisters longed for a slow hand.
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The coin, so little, the watch chain, the youth, the fading softening speech, each hand and finger, the panic modeled on your own eyes, the ashtray, certain stumps along the way, the long distance, the odd feather, the jazz rope gone,…
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Although I think we can easily work it out because we are not here in the Yale graduate school, and diction is the theme of the story. Diction is a choice in language.
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...the scream and the face...
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The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
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Eat me so I can sink in your mouth, my paper fraying along the sharp topography of your tongue, lodging in the holes where your teeth used to be. There, I will storm an infection until your mouth inks my words.
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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I was always bi-polar. I didn’t realize it was a mental illness until my divorce lawyer had the court order a psychiatric analysis.
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Sulawesi-Kalosi brews bitter and watery without proper care.
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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I wondered if Mr. Slane even knew/
how many dogs he owned
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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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