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Oryn’s eyes opened wide as her smile removed the sadness. She stood in awe with what she saw, as the sound of footsteps drew closer to her.
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The memory of thinking
in some other language
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My grandfather rode with the Czar’s army. He was abducted from a village in Austria, trained to pillage and drink, plunder and rape, and ride the best horses that could be had. They were given the best vodka and the sharpest swords. They were all just boy
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The voice in the sand: "If it has soul you must funk it."
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This is a story about Jim and Robin. They are strangers. Or at least they were. They are at the same party, but standing on opposite sides of the room. Robin is standing near the door thinking, “I wish there was someone here to talk to,” when she sees Jim. …
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The story goes that the night before I was born my dad had a terrible headache.
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Opposite the foothills, on the field's southern edge, was a stand of old eucalyptus trees, each one a gnarled sentry with bark like burnt skin peeling from its trunk.
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In a plush leather chair, / high up a shiny skyscraper,
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The night she left she claimed she fucked Bukowski.
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The crowd gathered around the dying man's bed, waiting for his last words.
He was a genius. The most prolific writer and philosopher to ever live. He wiped his ass with the words of Shakespeare. The thoughts of Plato, Socrates, Descartes, and Nietzsche w
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He told of the wilting heat, the fulgent landscape, the people....
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I went out through another cold still morning erasing my steps behind me not because I did not want to be followed but because I did not want to find my way back again.
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Yahweh’s a betting deity, as bad as Lucifer at times. If you don’t believe me, look at the duck-billed platypus. Yahweh lost that time. So did the duck, but that’s another story.
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******WARNING: Long-ass story****** Click at your own risk.
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The commandant pried her lids open with steely thumbs.
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I started dating the Minotaur because of Colleen; at the time she was going with a friend of his. The whole thing was a surprise to me because I'd never been attracted to Greek men. This is how it happened. Colleen's new guy, Ian, was known by many…
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Mrs. Bigelow loaned Tessa a black tulle maid’s uniform and helped her pin it in at the sides. She tied on Tessa the stiff white apron. Slippery, pale, opaque stockings of real silk oozed through the girl’s fingers, secured by a heavy satin garter belt
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If I play my accordion too loudly while you're painting, you complain. You stamp about in your room under mine. You fetch the broom from the closet and use it to thump vehemently on the ceiling. I feel the vibrations through my feet.
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Maybe you could buy a Volunteer,” Carol suggested.
Ma huffed. “You know we don't have the money for that. And besides I never liked the idea of Volunteers — taking advantage of the poor like that.”
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Usually the predawn light means bedtime for wicked guitar players, but not that bloody Sunday.
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First you must accept /
the speed of light as constant. /
If you can’t do that, stop reading.
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I'm somewhere on I-10 in Mississippi, barreling westbound at 80 miles an hour through a rainstorm on a late Wednesday afternoon. The last road sign I remember was for Beauvoir, some Confederate general's…
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The fluffed-up clouds, darkish in spots,/
are moving fast, opposite the wind/
where I stand and look. Equations//
could describe the multiplicities
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She watched an inky cloud suck all the color / from the trees.
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“White,” he says. -- “Black,” I answer.
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For twenty-eight years, Cochran Baines removed a tooth from the mouth of every dead child that spent time on his table.
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Things have happened.
It’s a given. What, are you crazy? Of course things have happened. It’s the world, for Christ’s sake. Things are happening. I am consistently missing most, if not all, of them.
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Don Galt’s butterflies swallowed Peter Robinson’s holdings on a cool and cloudy December afternoon.
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So there are these teenagers and they're all dying of cancer, or at least were dying of cancer, or might be dying of cancer, and then a couple of them fall in love and lose their virginity to each other, and these teens, they're all smart and charming and only a little…
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