1575 4 4
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My flash kept going off. The museum officials are strict about such matters. Sans flash! Sans flash, Monsieur!
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157511
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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.
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1575108
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15751410
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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15751411
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chains across all the old doors
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157543
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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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157500
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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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157577
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You think I don't know, that's your whole stupid problem. You don't believe in anyone. You must enjoy living in a dark lonely universe. I don't know if you know or not about the lights that live in your own head, but I believe …
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157565
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in the deep dark of
a 2 a.m. atmosphere
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157531
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My mind raced at the endless possibilities one could die while driving to get a pizza.
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1574114
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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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157484
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God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.
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157474
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Mythical Itch and the Unicorns
Working Late
Jacuzzi Floozy
One Erection
Diego Rivera’s Poncho
Frieda’s Moustache
Avalanche
Babushka Dolls
Photographic Mammary
Drool
Sir Gruntsalot
Uber Rubber
Iota Pie
Elder Geese
Ladylike
Rud
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157400
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“You did what?”
“Well, the bike is a classic. Getting the proper parts for it just isn’t easy.”
“You’ll end up like smeared all over the road doing things like that, and I’ll have to pick you up again. Geez. Watch out for this branch-”
Bruce held
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157498
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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157432
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She flew through the air, linen skirt billowing around her. Below, her buckled bicycle was taking a different route. Less aerodynamic than she, its trajectory was brief, crashing into the ditch. Elspeth kept on flying. Time slowed, and expanded
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1574126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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157476
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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157463
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It’s that laugh of hers that gets me...
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157453
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Rose lifted her 55-year-old legs until they were perpendicular to the bed and admired how girlish they looked. It gave her the sexy legs of a 20-year old, if the morning light was right and she squinted a bit.
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157472
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Underwater your eyes collapseand your feet touch decayed leavesand soft sand at the lake's bottom, the texture of tenderized flesh,maybe an intestineYou spring to the surface tofind your skull met by waterflies, and their limbstweak your peaceOn the shore your…
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157321
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The elders of the town will tell you that as soon the prophet mill arrived everything went to Hell. Before the process was streamlined, prophets used to be grown organically in the community. They popped up only where the ground was tilled and a prayer was planted. They…
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157360
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Velvet answered the door in a red leather dress that was made with just about enough material to make a wallet, and looking like a long limbed drink of water calling out to a thirsty man.
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157397
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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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157394
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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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157300
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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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157333
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I am speeding on the highway at 2AM because no one is here...
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157332
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Instead, I get things like,
“Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”
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157332
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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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157332
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“Life is on life’s terms,” she told me once. Her arm, wrapped in clear cellophane, was freshly adorned with a green-pigmented sand-dollar: a living shell.
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