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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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Jeanne and I were married for eight years. I never knew her.
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"It was one kiss. No tongue. What does that even mean?" Lindley tried to see Leah as any other patient, "What do you want it to mean?" "I don't know," Leah whined, tears welling, "something, maybe. You know I hate surprises." Her sister was not another…
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Holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a tissue in one hand, a round shape that balances the round yellow burst of light that is her dress. While the flesh of her chest bulges forward and she balances as though in a holding pattern in flight.
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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Up at the top, a quarter mile south, billows of black smoke crawled up the faint blue of the sky.
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“We could dooble date,” he said.
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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Someone shoved over a table. A little girl started crying.
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Flicking through the sheets on her clipboard, Evelyn double checked the address with the mismatched numbers on the letterbox. Its mouth was a rusty, gaping grin like it had lost its dentures.
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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...to know they are not alone
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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I don't mind being dead. It's ok. Really. I've discovered a whole new way of being based on non-being. What else can you do? I like being invisible. I like groaning and rattling chains. I used to be a writer. Still am. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that…
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so many bills to pay
the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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Removing the deeply embedded jack-blade frommy naked side, like any slicked-upsplinter, was just a bit jarring on the first bite, on first try, I must admit. I freelydo so now to your frozen-over faces. You made your…
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