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His academic nightmare is set in an examination hall, where the student takes a seat at a folding table in the center of the room.
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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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…
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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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A spire
that had stood one hundred and forty years
fell in
a single second of the blackest day.
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What did it mean? What would a psychologist say? Oh, who cares. In my opinion, we ask why, what, when, where, and how too often.
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The Snowman grinned malevolently as the Sugar Plum fairies shook in their tiny powdered boots."Santa has one more hour and then you're all marshmallow toasts!" the Snowman said. He laughed and he laughed. His evil plan? He wanted the key to time delivered to him personally…
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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No matter how much he composes and prepares, he cannot override the electrical trigger in his brain. Something to do with the resonance of physical memory. It remembers amplitudes of current.
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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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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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Saturday morning, and I’m pushing the old truck a little, chasing retreating bands of cloud shadows along a winding hilltop road.
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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