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A girl stretched out on the long backseat of the Greyhound bus, her head resting on a bright pink overnight case decorated with colorful stickers announcing the places she intends to go: Paris Cairo Hong Kong Rome.
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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you
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I’m not sure if it’s Punkin or her pink fuzzy bunny slippers that I love.
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My brother and I had often debated whether we could get our father to shave his moustache off, just to see if his sophistication remained intact without it.
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They would ride with a mechanic synchronicity, like schools of robotic fish, and appear and disappear suddenly, never still, never trapped in traffic snarls, always finding a way through the gridlocks and the side streets.
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Cahill—Dr. Cahill to those who knew him in his small town in Maine—had decided that his screened porch should be relocated. Wouldn't it be better to winterize the current porch, adding a door at the far end which would lead to a new, smaller porch,…
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All carcinoma/
would be hors d’oeuvres/
for its dark appetite.
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My life is life in shape alone./
The substance leaks away like blood/
removed by the embalmer’s art.
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I see his look, his impatient look.
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It was Christopher who got her thinking about the Jews again. He had left the same day they did, and so all were connected in her mind, as if together somehow. She read his letters half-wondering if he would mention them, wanting to know if the Jews were
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But although her culinary plans are running smoothly, my mother’s mood is lethal. Look closely and you can see thin plumes of smoke escaping from her mouth and the tips of two horns peeping between the rollers on top of her head. This is not uncommon for
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“Where do you want your mustache?” Melanie asked. “You can have it on the side, you know, or, if you prefer, across your labia, in which case it will also look like a cross?”
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Somebody pushed the automatic fuck-you button today,
not the due-to-the-volume-of-submissions-we-receive button,
nor the it-does-not-fit-our-editorial-needs button;
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She would occasionally grant a surgical intern sexual congress.
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Touching one of these special stones will bring out your own unique song.
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Henry noted the live hips rubbing against his and thought it cool. It was not often that parts of the female anatomy made contact with his own, still mutating, parts and so there was a brief thrill of the unknown spiking along his vertebrate, small explos
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I am not against the darkness / I can learn to live with restraint
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He sat on a leather couch in the nude, blew smoke rings shaped like wild animals and picked verses out of the thick air.
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On Planet Crabby a boy met a girl and a girl met a boy but neither couple got anywhere because they dismissed their prospective partner as just plain too crabby. Alternative arrangements were unthinkable. This happened a number of times.
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When I was miranda and my mother Rose, ours was a skinless intimacy. miranda in Rose's womb, captured in an essence of love, anger, frustration, fear, the overwhelming stress of Rose's life heavy syrup that kept the bond between spirit and body weak and
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I hit the pole near Whited Avenue a year to the day.
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It was not until my twelfth birthday that I realised the face I saw in the mirror was not mine.
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The first punch sent me flying into a Christmas tree. The second put me on the floor on my hands and knees, blood dripping from my nose.
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Once upon a time, on March 8, 2011, to be exact, there was a flash fiction writer named Rinsewater who had a novel idea – flash fiction writers whose stories were published by indie lit magazines must be paid for their work!
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the slow stretches across the horizon
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Dear End of the World. We're having a party. Stop by if you're in the neighborhood.
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In my room is my младенец,
I mean my little one. She is hungry,
Sucking dry air. My молоко, that
Says milk, is not good. I can’t make.
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On her lunch break, she dumps Luis for Daniel Towens, the ugliest man in the county.
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"Oh, abracadabra," she muttered.
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You marched in step from 9 to 5, kept perfect pace, pledged allegiance to enforced mediocrity, until the day they let you go—the day you knew that you were never Buddy Holly on their plane; just another passenger, brilliant but doomed.
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