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“So, do you still think I'm hot? I mean, do you think men still find me attractive?” Jenny asks. This is never a good question to answer, much less entertain. I know this as surely as I know anything. Still, let's break it down. I am married. Jenny is…
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I supposed reluctantly that Princeton is soft as Macalester College is soft. A person could die just for having attended U.W.-Madison or Yale.
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The pier stretched out by where sharks came and men waited with beautiful dirty buckets that held strange and dangerous things, buckets with fish guts, buckets with blood, with character, buckets like prophets or a gritty desert walking saviour like Chris
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Her shoes, left uninhibited below, seem sad but understanding, and she is so in love with something, which makes me so in love with the idea of her.
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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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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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Welcome to the genocide city zone I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay We've been killing folks here All the live-long day If you want to join us You'll have to pay the price Your soul's the cost, so ante up C'mon and shoot the dice Welcome to the genocide city zone …
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The night before his mother's teeth began chattering.
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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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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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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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Megumi paused for a moment, understanding Mrs. Akamatsu’s concern, but looking back at the Society, she shook her head in rejection.
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It's really not too bad. The personI am was me. We laughed insidethose sacred places at all the monieswell spent. We walked in the gardenswithout any shoes on. Not one singleflower seemed to mind. And now it'sa forgotten mess or so I've imagined.I'd rather you think about…
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The service was a disaster. The Protestants bobbed up and down. They didn't know when to stand, when to sit. I
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Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.
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On that balcony, on every other day, she practised her other, more worldly religion - gardening, specifically sunflowers.
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addict for validation and cat tongues
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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The universe extracts no retribution./
It annihilates without a thought/
of evil/good, sin/virtue.
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Jojo dolls & basketballs
a mindflex & pick-up sticks
Parcheesi and—no, not Parcheesi
a supersoaker, a Care Bear
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A shadowless torpedo shaped form plummeted from the grey, overcast skies upon the many unsuspecting. No remote pilot thousands of miles away guided this particular descent.
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My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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It turned out Eel’s brain corrects for imbalance, and he can only feel danger for a moment or two.
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A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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Each memory of Fall reminds me of the harvest; Surely this is not a thought to turn the thought of dying. Black the turning point, there is a glint at the tip of the wing: Perhaps it rises from its cinders as I wish when I was waning, …
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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