1401 8 1
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Buck, naked, has no words. The best he can manage is a dopey strangulated cough. His wife, who is clothed, stands before him, next to the waterbed that took Buck half a day to force into the trailer.
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1401116
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Irony is written sarcasm. Sarcasm is spoken irony: the opposite of what is meant. Catholic irony in fiction seems deeper and more related to theme. Protestant irony starts with P as do other þing.
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140121
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He turned metal chains to rubber with the force of his mind. He prepared tacos for the paperboy.
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140166
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And pity us, this generation of sighing:
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140144
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It was that special ache between heart and stomach that made me stop things. That ache that cannot be caused by the mere knowledge that you have steered your life into a completely wrong direction. To feel this pain, you also need to have no clue why and how it…
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140121
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It was night. It was Massachusetts. It was an interview in a snowstorm
that Detective Vivian Diaz wished would go away.
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140133
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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140100
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Reverend Peter Roman could stand it no more. He stopped his speech. He felt a fire burning through him, a hatred for humanity and all the weaknesses of beings not perfect before God. He stood a long while, staring at the congregation. Then, he slowly spok
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140140
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She had endured three years of abuse for those hot, fleeting moments of tenderness—just enough warmth to keep her second-guessing the bitter frost. Now the ring promised a lifetime of biting back her pain.
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1400126
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Crouching like little children in a game of hide & seek, we entered the old house, slowly
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140084
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140042
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Does he pack you a lunch when you're running late for work? Even when you're not running late? Does he insist on regular medical check-ups, for which he'll pay because you don't have insurance? Will he disapprove of your objectionable behavior, and not turn the…
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140000
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The Moon The hatch of the lunar module hissed as it opened, a few puffs of leftover water vapor escaped toward them in a sparkling white cloud that rapidly dissolved…
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140032
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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1400147
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Through the Walmart parking lot
they came...
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140000
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For so long as I think I shall live.
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140030
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He's got a rager for Casablanca, the old Bogart and Bergman classic. I can't snap him out of it.
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14001714
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After Slick Daddy — aka Billy Ray Thompson — gave up driving his log truck and took up with playing and singing the blues full-time he was what you might call a hot property around the juke joints along Highway 61. The women didn't seem to mind…
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140064
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I try as much as I can to write but only in as much as you believe―am I successful.
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140054
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I don’t even want to think about Aethra shtupping Posiden and Aegeus
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140000
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He ordered a palace built, and the builders came to blows, which is why the father’s eyes have swollen shut, and the oldest son’s knuckles are bright plums.
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140053
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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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140011
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On his way to his first fishing expedition in the Bay Area, the man remembered the rustle and shimmer of the willows by the muddied Jemez River in New Mexico, cold beer, the clean camaraderie of childhood friends. He walked along a path choked with greenery to the San Pablo…
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140043
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Reams of saggy bunting intersect the streets.
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140043
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Need not remember, the 6th of November.
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140021
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Jade in the emperor’s death
mouth – to the grave – all openings
closed – no breath – no air – no life
to enter to leave – the end should
be silent – you stop my mouth
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140021
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The girl lifts my head, and I sit up straight once again. She hands me a pair of old work gloves, helps put them on my swollen hands. She wipes my face with a wet, warm towel. Her thin arms tremble. She cries. I cry.
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140032
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Lying in the blissful glow of young television.
Idly sleeping, eyes open and ears closed.
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140080
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She plucks two eggs from the carton, weighs and measures them with the cup of her palm, the curve of her fingers.
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139921
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Where are you going, boy who never was?
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