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We will collapse in a storm of images
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Charles tapped the anger management code on his steering wheel. He rolled down his street and saw Jack Watson throwing stuff into the trunk of his black Volvo coupe. He waved, but Jack did not wave back. Jack's face was blazing red. He looked like he might have a…
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
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160885
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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160874
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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books.
It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.
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160853
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under your skin the moon is alive
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16081410
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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Shadows are so admirable in film noir
less so on x-rays and mammograms
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160732
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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160797
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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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160798
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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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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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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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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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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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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chains across all the old doors
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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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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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I still see Big Mama leaning over her garden to pick a zinnia to put in her still life. Her old pink slip, hanging diagonally a foot under her hiked up, ragged, stained dress, half covered by her paint smock, which matched her white, faux fur, bedroom sli
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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160622
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Snakes have no eyelids, no hips, no lobby in Washington (some creatures do!) and little support at home.
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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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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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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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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Sure my man. Show me the token I’ll show you the slice.
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