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Emi stood up and turned to Mayumi. She did not know what else to say. There was a sense of helplessness.
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"Nothingness had had enough. Nothingness had become militant. It had bought a camouflage jacket. It grew an afro. It burned its bra. Nothingness was pissed, and it wanted its stuff back."
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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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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"I want more grandchildren to spoil," the woman said. Will took a swig of beer at such moments. Maxine only answered with “someday” and looked over toward her husband. She knew it was his fault, didn’t really know why, but blamed him anyway.
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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in the deep dark of
a 2 a.m. atmosphere
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WANTED: a Muse.
Former Special Forces solider turned poet seeking artistic inspiration. Brunettes preferred but blondes will not be turned away; gingers, however, are out of the question. Must have a voice that sounds like money, a self-destructive tem
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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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.
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"Do you know how long they've waited for you?" Elle asked. "At first, it was every day after school, waiting at the windows. They wouldn't go play with friends because they wanted to be here, in case you returned. Then, they used to believe you would come
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the little crummy salon that churned out little fat women with pinked curly hair
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Culloden County, MS - 1989 All Janine knew was the idiot had a gun. As to why he would ever need one was beyond her. He couldn't look dumber holding it, either. He was too small for it, or at least he looked that way to…
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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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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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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she thinks she looks good in her short red dress, black makeup around her eyes, last night's lipstick a slap of crimson on her cheek.
"like this," she says, holding the hammer above her head.
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Early Spring, 1075, Northumbria: Judith, too ashamed to speak, too angry to cry, waves her handmaiden away. She wants no food. Wind drives icy rain across the thickness of…
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"You'll be alright! Just pinch your nose!"
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Exhausted, weak from the struggle against the personal gift of terrorism delivered by her ex-boyfriend, she died for a few minutes.
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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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.
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Today clouds were dancing on the moon
Moon had a fit but drew in a breath
And let out a sigh
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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“We’re never going to get off the treadmill of paying ever-higher taxes," I said, "unless we get some creative suggestions from a professional bisexual tax advisor.”
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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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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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