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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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I heard that Hollywood is remaking “Thelma and Louise” with Christina Ricci and that dark haired girl who worked on a show that plays on the television. I heard it either from the internet or from a dream. I thought about looking it up, but I don't…
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If you find a lone, sad honeybee, buy a Habitrail cage and make it your new pet.
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whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
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The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat you corpus fluids and salt
and the unnamably impure.
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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Now that you can go to a body shop and get nearly any mod you can imagine printed and attached in about an hour, every cracker-ass redneck is sporting a twelve-point rack...
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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. . . I wanted to put Tiffany out of her misery and mine and shove her in front of the next large vehicle hurtling down the drive-through lane . . . .
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Over the last years of her life, my mornings began when Mom decided to play. Sitting on her black, ball-and-claw stool, she'd raise the key cover, stretch her neck and shoulders, and take slow, deliberate breaths. A deep, meditative state descended over the room and…
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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He cleaned off the pump with a steel brush. Then he took it out to the pressure washer. Out there was where a lady that looked like a witch used to move around and sit on the fences like a crow. The air was humid, and the men were dressed in heavy blue coveralls.…
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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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The Black night reached under his shiny silk jacket
And touched the steamy leather of his holster.
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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